The Tory Maid

State of that name, growing old in years, but hearty and hale withal, though the blood courses not through my veins as in the days of my youth, sit on t

hered by the hands of John Cotton early in the morning, while th

fore my hand becomes feeble and my eyes grow dim, of the strange things that I saw and the adventures that befell me, of the old Tory of the Braes, of the fair maid his daughter, and of the part they played in my life during the

at was the envy of all that hard-riding country. I was hardy and skilled in all the outdoor sports and pastimes of my race and people, and being light in the saddle I often led the hardest riders and won f

see the flash of the foeman's steel from one year's end to another, know not what it was to live in those

wind from the north, with the cry of the dy

ring fast and strong. Then the Kentish men and those of Queen Anne and all the lower shore were

like molten steel through the veins of the gathering hosts, and the people took up the gauntlet of war with a laugh and a cheer and

n the county of Cecil, where the mustering was, to take my place, as it was my duty and right to do

self a man, and, having reached man's estate, I bade good-bye to my

sappear; and she bravely-for the women were brave in those days-waved her hand in return, and then I rode on, for the moment saddened at the parting, for the die that day w

hind me and a cheery halloo, and who should ride up but Dick Ri

nd not to a hunt that will beat all the runs to the hounds in the world. We are g

nd I am only one," I retorted. "You ought to have

ruck Toby across the flank. Well, Toby needs the curb at best, and it was a f

k only

ow-lying plains of Kent, northw

generally crowning some gently rising knoll amid a grove of trees, with a view of the distant bay, or creek, or river, as the case might be; the cluster of houses, the q

a ford, and so overcome its opposition. So on we rode until, as the day waxed near the noon hour, we came to the little hamlet of Geor

r, and crossed the beautiful river of that name, embe

der-in our front the Iron Hills rose up before us, crowned with forests, in

essing, we urged our horses on, for