Contents
Book I
THE EVENTS OF A NIGHT
CHAPTER
I KATHARINE YIELDS HER INDEPENDENCE
II THE COUNTRY FIRST OF ALL
III COLONEL WILTON
IV LORD DUNMORE'S MEN PAY AN EVENING CALL
V A TIMELY INTERFERENCE
VI A FAITHFUL SUBJECT OF HIS MAJESTY
VII THE LOYAL TALBOTS
VIII AN UNTOLD STORY
IX BENTLEY'S PRAYER
X A SOLDIER'S EPITAPH
Book II
KNIGHTS ERRANT OF THE SEA
XI CAPTAIN JOHN PAUL JONES
XII AN IMPORTANT COMMISSION
XIII A CLEVER STRATAGEM
XIV A SURPRISE FOR THE JUNO
XV CHASED BY A FRIGATE
XVI 'TWIXT LOVE AND DUTY
XVII AN INCIDENTAL PASSAGE AT ARMS
XVIII DUTY WINS THE GAME
Book III
THE LION AT BAY
XIX THE PORT OF PHILADELPHIA
XX A WINTER CAMP
XXI THE BOATSWAIN TELLS THE STORY
XXII WASHINGTON--A MAN WITH HUMAN PASSIONS
XXIII LIEUTENANT MARTIN'S LESSON
XXIV CROSSING THE DELAWARE
XXV TRENTON--THE LION STRIKES
XXVI MY LORD CORNWALLIS
XXVII THE LION TURNS FOX
XXVIII THE BRITISH PLAY "TAPS"
XXIX THE LAST OF THE TALBOTS
Book IV
A DEATH GRAPPLE ON THE DEEP
XXX A SAILOR'S OPINION OF THE LAND
XXXI SEYMOUR'S DESPERATE RESOLUTION
XXXII THE PRISONERS ON THE YARMOUTH
XXXIII TWO PROPOSALS
XXXIV CAPTAIN VINCENT MYSTIFIED
XXXV BENTLEY SAYS GOOD-BY
XXXVI THE LAST OF THE RANDOLPH
XXXVII FOR LOVE OF COUNTRY
XXXVIII PHILIP DISOBEYS ORDERS
XXXIX THREE PICTURES OF THE SEA.
Book V
THE DEAD ALIVE AGAIN
XL A FINAL APPEAL
XLI INTO THE HAVEN AT LAST
BOOK I
THE EVENTS OF A NIGHT
For Love of Country
CHAPTER I
_Katharine Yields her Independence_
If Seymour could have voiced his thought, he would have said that the
earth itself did not afford a fairer picture than that which lay within
the level radius of his vision, and which had imprinted itself so
powerfully upon his impressionable and youthful heart. It was not the
scenery of Virginia either, the landscape on the Potomac, of which he
would have spoken so enthusiastically, though even that were a thing
not to be disdained by such a lover of the beautiful as Seymour had
shown himself to be,--the dry brown hills rising in swelling slopes
from the edge of the wide quiet river; the bare and leafless trees upon
their crests, now scarce veiling the comfortable old white house, which
in the summer they quite concealed beneath their masses of foliage; and
all the world lying dreamy and calm and still, in the motionless haze
of one of those rare seasons in November which so suggests departed
days that men name it summer again. For all that he then saw in nature
was but a setting for a woman; even the sun itself, low in the west,
robbed of its glory, and faded into a dull red ball seeking to hide its
head, but served to throw into high relief the noble and beautiful face
of the girl upon whom he gazed,--the girl who was sun and life and
light and world for him.
