found several similar ones, to serve as specimens of the many
contained in the part that was lost, and to show how searching were
the operations of these vigilant guardians of the cause of liberty in
Vermont, and how various the instruments they made use of to effect
their objects.]

"Good! grand!" exclaimed the excited soliloquist, starting up and
snapping his fingers in high glee. "This will be a great thing for
you, Bart. Yes, and then how gentlemanly and respectful-like it sounds
to be called Bartholomew, in that way! Bart, we'll go it for them; and
have a touch of the trade this very night, if you please. But where
shall we begin? Let's see, now. Why, there's old mother Rose's haunt
up the great road here, where, I do think, she must hatch out tories,
same as a hen does chickens, they are so thick about there. Then
there's Josh Rose courting that up and a coming sort of girl you saw
at Howard's t'other day, when you called with Harry for a drink of
water. Now wouldn't the fellow be apt to let out secrets there that we
could get hold of, and put us on some good scent? Ah! that's it; so
now up the river for Howard's, as a beginning, hit or miss, Bart."

While this singular genius is proceeding on his proposed destination,
in the hope of accomplishing something to show himself worthy of the
curious trust that had been so unexpectedly reposed in him, we will
occupy the breathing spot, thus afforded in our narrative, in
apprising the reader, more definitely than we have yet done, of the
main incidents that had marked the checkered fortunes of the two
adventurers whom we have now again brought upon the scene of action,
since we left them.

When Woodburn and Bart left the state, under the circumstances