r."

"Why unholy?" asked the Colonel. "Rebellious as was his conduct in
refusing to lay down his arms at the command of the governor, yet I do
not see that it should be deemed unholy to chastise the insolence of
these savages."

"I will tell you, then," replied Bernard. "His avowed design was to
avenge the murder of a poor herdsman by a chief of the Doeg tribe.
Instead of visiting his vengeance upon the guilty, he turned his whole
force against the Susquehannahs, a friendly tribe of Indians, and chased
them like sheep into one of their forts. Five of the Indians relying on
the boasted chivalry of the whites, came out of the fort unarmed, to
inquire the cause of this unprovoked attack. They were answered by a
charge of musketry, and basely murdered in cold blood."

"Monstrous!" cried Temple, with horror. "Such infidelity will incense
the whole Indian race against us and involve the country in another
general war."

"Exactly so," returned Bernard, "and such is the governor's opinion; but
besides this, it is suspected, and with reason too, that this Indian war
is merely a pretext on the part of Bacon and a few of his followers, to
cover a deeper and more criminal design. The insolent demagogue prates
openly about equal rights, freedom, oppression of the mother country,
and such dangerous themes, and it is shrewdly thought that, in his wild
dreams of liberty, he is taking Cromwell for his model. He has all of
the villainy of the old puritan, and a good deal of his genius and
ability. But I beg pardon, ladies, all this politics cannot be very
palatable to a lady's taste. We will certainly expect you, Mrs. Temple,
to be present at the masque; and if Miss Virginia would prefer not to
play her part in the exhibition, she may still be there to cheer us with
her smiles. I can speak for the taste of all gallant young Virginians,
that they will readily pardon her for not concealing so fair a face
beneath a mask."

"Ah, I can easily see that you are but lately from England," said Mrs.
Temple, delighted with the gallantry of the young man. "Your speech,
fair sir, savours far more of the manners of the court than of these
untutored forests. Alas! it reminds me of my own young days."

"Well, Mr. Bernard," said the Colonel, interrupting his wife in a
reminiscence, which bid fair to exhaust no brief time, "you will find
that we have only transplanted old English manners to another soil.

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