`Listen then.'
“Capt. W.—I tear out the blank leaf of my
bible to say, the Philistines be upon thee, Sampson.
They came over the Creek somewhere north of here,
and, after a short consultation near the edge of my
clearing, from which I luckily espied them, struck off
towards the lake. Munroe, as usual, heads the party—ten
in number, as I counted. There are five of
you, at least; and that is enough, if you are of the
stuff I think you, to attend to confirming our titles in
this neighborhood. My messenger is a chance one,
but true and friendly, and may be enlisted, I think,
for the night's work, if needed.
God speed you all.
ANN STORY.”
