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قراءة كتاب In the Days of Washington: A Story of The American Revolution
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In the Days of Washington: A Story of The American Revolution
IN THE
DAYS OF WASHINGTON
PHILADELPHIA MDCCCXCVI
516-518 Minor Street
Philadelphia
CONTENTS
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
| I | In Which Mr. Noah Waxpenny Introduces Himself | 5 |
| II | In Which a British Officer Loses a Fine Horse | 24 |
| III | In Which Nathan Becomes a Soldier | 42 |
| IV | In Which Nathan's Military Career Very Nearly Terminates | 62 |
| V | In Which Begins a Memorable Battle | 91 |
| VI | In Which Nathan Meets an Old Enemy | 106 |
| VII | In Which a Button Betrays Its Owner | 117 |
| VIII | In Which Simon Glass Makes a Very Strange Remark | 135 |
| IX | In Which Nathan Takes Part in the Battle of Wyoming | 154 |
| X | In Which Nathan Finds the Papers | 176 |
| XI | In Which Godfrey Pleads for the Condemned Prisoners | 190 |
| XII | In Which a Mysterious Island Plays a Part | 208 |
| XIII | In Which Nathan Makes a Perilous Swim | 226 |
| XIV | In Which Nathan Feigns Slumber to Save His Life | 244 |
| XV | In Which the Mystery is Very Nearly Explained | 263 |
| XVI | In Which a Peep at the State-House Leads to an Ugly Adventure | 273 |
| XVII | In Which Mr. Waxpenny Asserts the Majesty of the Law and the Curtain Falls | 300 |
IN THE DAYS OF WASHINGTON
CHAPTER I
IN WHICH MR. NOAH WAXPENNY INTRODUCES HIMSELF
It was an evening in the first week in February, 1778. Supper was over in the house of Cornelius De Vries, which stood on Green Street, Philadelphia, and in that part of the town known as the Northern Liberties. Agatha De Vries, the elderly and maiden sister of Cornelius, had washed and put away the dishes and had gone around the corner to gossip with a neighbor.
The light shed from two copper candlesticks and from the fire made the sitting-room look very snug and cozy. In one corner stood a tall clock-case, flanked by a white pine settee and a chest of drawers. A spider legged writing-desk stood near the tile lined fireplace, over which was a row of china dishes—very rare at that time. The floor was white and sanded, and the walls were hung with a few paintings and colored prints.
Cornelius De Vries, a well-to-do and retired merchant, occupied a broad-armed chair at one side of the table that stood in the middle of the room. He was a very stately old gentleman of sixty, with a clean-shaven and wrinkled face. He wore a wig, black stockings, a coat and vest of broadcloth, and low shoes with silver buckles. His features betrayed his Dutch origin, as did also the