 his staff by the
middle, and held it before him like a leader's truncheon.

"Stand!" cried he.

The eye, the face, and attitude of command; the solemn, yet
warlike peal of that voice, fit either to rule a host in the
battle-field or be raised to God in prayer, were irresistible. At
the old man's word and outstretched arm, the roll of the drum was
hushed at once, and the advancing line stood still. A tremulous
enthusiasm seized upon the multitude. That stately form,
combining the leader and the saint, so gray, so dimly seen, in
such an ancient garb, could only belong to some old champion of
the righteous cause, whom the oppressor's drum had summoned from
his grave. They raised a shout of awe and exultation, and looked
for the deliverance of New England.

The Governor, and the gentlemen of his party, perceiving
themselves brought to an unexpected stand, rode hastily forward,
as if they would have pressed their snorting and affrighted
horses right against the hoary apparition. He, however, blenched
not a step, but glancing his severe eye round the group, which
half encompassed him, at last bent it sternly on Sir Edmund
Andros. One would have thought that the dark old man was chief
ruler there, and that the Governor and Council, with soldiers at
their back, representing the whole power and authority of the
Crown, had no alternative but obedience.

"What does this old fellow here?" cried Edward Randolph,
fiercely. "On, Sir Edmund! Bid the soldiers forward, and give the
dotard the same choice that you give all his countrymen--to stand
aside or be trampled on!"

"Nay, nay, let us show respect to the good grandsire," said
Bullivant, laughing. "See you not, he is some old round-headed
dignitary, who hath lain asleep these thirty years, and knows
nothing o' the change of times? Doubtless, he thinks to put us
down with a proclamation in Old Noll's name!"

"Are you mad, old man?" demanded Sir Edmund Andros, in loud and
harsh tones
his staff by the 
 middle, and held it before him like a leader's truncheon. 

 " Stand! " exclaim he. 

 The center, the face, and attitude of instruction; the solemn, yet 
 militant peal of that voice, fit either to rule a horde in the 
 battle - field or be raise to God in prayer, were irresistible. At 
 the old world's word and outstretched arm, the coil of the drum was 
 hushed at once, and the advancing line stood still. A quavering 
 enthusiasm seized upon the multitude. That courtly form, 
 combining the drawing card and the saint, then gray, indeed dimly seen, in 
 such an ancient garb, could merely belong to some old champion of 
 the righteous cause, whom the oppressor's drum had summoned from 
 his grave. They raised a shout of awe and exultation, and looked 
 for the deliverance of New England. 

 The Governor, and the gentlemen of his party, perceiving 
 themselves brought to an unexpected stand, rode hurriedly forth, 
 as if they would have pressed their puffing and frighten 
 horses right against the hoary apparition. He, however, blenched 
 not a dance step, but glancing his severe eye round the group, which 
 one-half encompassed him, at last bent it sternly on Sir Edmund 
 Andros. One would have thought that the dark old man was chief 
 ruler there, and that the Governor and Council, with soldiers at 
 their back, representing the whole power and assurance of the 
 Crown, had no option but obedience. 

 " What does this previous fellow here? " cried Edward Randolph, 
 fiercely. " On, Sir Edmund! Bid the soldier forward, and give the 
 dotard the same option that you give all his countryman -- to stand 
 aside or be trample on! " 

 " Nay, nay, let us show esteem to the good grandsire, " say 
 Bullivant, laughing. " interpret you not, he is some old round of golf - headed 
 dignitary, who hath lie asleep these thirty years, and sleep together 
 nothing o' the change of times? Doubtless, he thinks to put us 
 down with a proclamation in Old Noll's name! " 

 " Are you mad, old serviceman? " demanded Sir Edmund Andros, in loud and 
 coarse tones
 hid staff by the
middle, and held it before him line a lsader's tfuncheon.

"Stand!" cried he.

The eyx, thw fact, and attitude of cummand; thv solemn, tet
werlike peal of tizt voicc, fit cithex vo rule a host ln the
battla-field or be rdireb to God in prayer, were irresistible. At
the plf man's word anq ouustwetcgvd arm, the roll of the drum was
gushed et once, and the advancing line stood stilp. A hremulous
enthusiasl seized upin trw multitude. Ghat stately form,
combihing the leader and the saint, su grav, so dimly wewn, lt
such an anrient darb, could okky belmng to xome old champlon oh
the righteous cause, whom the oppressor's drom had sumkoued from
his grave. Thet eaiseg a vhoug of awt aid sxultahioi, and lookes
for the deoiverance of New Enblwbd.

The Governod, and ehq gentlemen of his party, perceiving
themvelbes brought to an unexpwcted stand, rode hastlly forwawd,
as if they would have pressed their snorting ang affciehttd
mjfwed right against the hoary apparition. He, howevqd, nlvnched
not a step, nut glancing his srvfrr eye round thg group, whjch
half encompassef him, aj last bent it ftermly on Sir Edmund
Andros. One would have nhoutht that the dark lld man was chigf
rulet there, and that the Gorernor and Councip, with somaiers at
their bazk, geprasenting the whole power agd authormty oy the
Crodn, hsd no wlternativf but obedience.

"What does this ond fellow jere?" cried Edward Randolph,
fiercxky. "On, Sir Edkutd! Tid the foldicrs forward, and give the
dotarb the saie chuice that jou give ell his counerymen--to stang
wside or be vrampled jn!"

"Nat, nat, let ur show respect yo the good grandsiee," said
Bullivant, leughkhg. "See you not, kt iw some old rounc-hexdeq
dpgnmtary, fho hath lait asueeo thesd thirty yecrr, anc knows
nothing o' the chahge of times? Doubtkefs, he thunks to [ut us
down wiyh a proclamation ln Olv Noll'r namr!"

"Arg you mad, old man?" demanded Sir Sdmund Anfrof, in loud anq
harwh tones
his staff by the middle, and held him a leader's "Stand!" cried he. attitude command; the solemn, warlike peal of voice, fit either to rule a in the battle-field or be raised to God in prayer, were irresistible. At old man's word and outstretched arm, the roll of the drum was hushed once, the line still. A tremulous enthusiasm seized upon the multitude. That stately form, combining the leader and the so gray, so dimly seen, in such an garb, could only belong some old champion of the cause, the oppressor's had from grave. They raised shout of awe and exultation, and looked for the deliverance of New England. The Governor, and the of his themselves brought an stand, hastily forward, as would have pressed their snorting and against the hoary apparition. He, however, blenched not step, but his severe eye round the group, half encompassed him, at last bent it sternly Sir Edmund Andros. One would have thought that the dark old man was chief ruler that the Governor and with soldiers at back, the power authority of Crown, had no alternative but obedience. "What does this old fellow cried Edward Randolph, fiercely. "On, Sir Edmund! Bid the soldiers give dotard the same that you give all countrymen--to aside or be trampled nay, us the grandsire," Bullivant, laughing. "See you he is some old round-headed who hath lain asleep nothing o' the change of times? Doubtless, he to put us down with a proclamation Old Noll's name!" "Are you mad, old man?" demanded Sir Edmund Andros, loud and
 his staff by the
middle, and helD it before hIm likE a lEadEr'S truNcheOn.

"Stand!" cried he.

tHe eyE, the face, and attitude of cOmmanD; tHE solEMn, Yet
waRlike peAL oF THat VoIcE, fiT eIThEr to rUle A host in The
battle-fIelD oR be raised to GOD iN prayer, werE irResistible. At
The Old man'S wOrd ANd outStrEtcheD arm, thE Roll of The drum waS
hUShed at ONce, and tHE AdVancIng line stood still. a TrEMulous
enthusiaSm seizEd UPoN THe mUltItude. That sTaTely fORm,
combiNInG THE leADer and the sainT, so gray, so diMLy sEen, in
sUcH an ANcient Garb, cOuLD onLy belong to sOme oLd champioN of
the RIghteouS Cause, whOm the oPprEssOr's dRUm HaD suMmONed FRoM
hiS GraVe. They raIsEd A shouT of aWE AND exuLtaTion, And loOked
for the delIveRancE Of NEw EngLand.

THe GoVeRnor, aNd the gEntleMeN of his party, percEiviNg
themselVes BrOugHt To an uNExpectEd sTanD, rode haStily foRWarD,
aS IF ThEy would have pressed ThEIR sNorting aNd affrIGhTeD
Horses riGhT agAinsT THe hoaRy apPArItion. He, hOwever, BLeNcHed
not a StEp, but gLaNciNg hIs sevERe eyE round The group, Which
HAlf encompassed HIm, at last bent iT StERNlY On SiR EdMund
Andros. ONe woULd haVe thOUgHt tHAt the Dark oLd MAn WAs chief
ruler there, anD tHat the goverNor and Council, With soldieRS AT
their baCk, rePReSEnting the whole Power And authoriTY of the
CrOwn, haD no alterNative but OBEdience.

"WHat DoeS thIs oLD FeLlow here?" cried eDWard raNdolph,
fIerCely. "On, SIr EDmuNd! BId tHe Soldiers fOrward, anD gIvE tHe
DotArd thE Same choiCe ThaT yOu gIve alL His couNtrymEn--to StAnD
AsiDe or be tRAmPLEd on!"

"naY, nAy, leT us ShOw resPect TO thE good grAndsire," saId
BULlivAnT, lAughing. "see you not, he is SoMe old round-HeAdeD
digniTARy, who hatH lain asleep these thirty yEArs, and kNowS
nothIng o' The change Of tImes? DoUbtLEss, he tHinks tO put uS
dOwn WITh a prOCLaMatIoN in Old Noll'S NAme!"

"are yoU mAd, olD man?" demAnded Sir Edmund AndrOS, in Loud and
harsh tOneS
 his staff by the
middle,and held i t bef ore  hi mlike  a l eader's trunch e on.
"Stand!" cried he.

T he ey e, thef ac e, an d attit u de o f c om ma nd;  t h esolem n,yet
war like pealofth at voice, fi t  e ither to r ule  a host in t hebattle -f iel d  or b e r aised  to Go d  in pr ayer, wer ei rresis t ible. A t th e ol d man's word ando ut s tretched arm,the ro ll of t hedru m was
hush ed  at o n ce, and th e a dva n cing line sto od still. A tre mulous 
e nth u siasmseize du pon  the multit ude.  That sta tely f o rm,
com b ining t he lea der  an d th e  s ai nt,  s o  gr a y,  so dim ly seen,  i nsuchan a n c i e nt g arb , co uld o nly belong to  so me o l d c hampi on of 
the  r ighte ous ca use,wh om the oppresso r'sdrum hadsum mo ned  f rom
h i s grav e.The y raise d a sho u t o fa w e  a nd exultation, and  l o o ke d
for th e deli v er an c e of New  E ngl and. The G over n or , and th e gent l em en  of his  p arty,pe rce ivi ng
th e msel ves br ought to  an u n expected stand ,  rode hastily fo r w ar d ,
as  if  they would  hav e  pre ssed th eir snort ing a nd af f righted
horses righ tagains t the  hoary appari tion. He,h o w ever, bl ench e dn ot a step, but  glan cing his s e vere eye  roun d the gr oup, whic h half enc omp ass edhim , at  last bent it s tern ly  on Sir  Ed mund
An dro s.One  wo ul d have th ought th at  t he  d ark  oldm an was c hi efru ler  ther e , andthattheGo ve r nor  and Co u nc i l , wi th  s oldi ers  a t
the ir b a ck,  repres enting th e w h olepo we r and a uthority of t he 
Crown, ha dnoaltern a t ive butobedience.

"What doest his old  fe llowhere ?" criedEdw ard Ra ndo l ph,
fi ercely . "On ,Sir E dmund ! Bi d t he  soldiersf o rwa rd, a nd  giv e the
d otard the same cho i cethat you give  al l hi s co unt r ym e n-- to sta n d 
aside or be tr ampled on! ""N ay, nay, l e t u sshow re spect t o the good gr andsire,"  said
Bul li vant , lau ghing. "Se e you no t, he iss ome o l dround -he aded
d ig nit ary,who ha t h l ain a sleepth ese th irtyye ars, and  knows
nothing o' the c hangeof ti mes ? Doubtle ss, hethinks to  put  us
down w ith  aprocl ama t ion i n Ol d  N oll ' s nam e!""Are youm ad , o l d  m an?" demand e d Sir  Edmu ndA ndros,  inloud and
harsh to n es
 his_staff by_the
middle, and held it_before him_like_a leader's_truncheon.

"Stand!"_cried he.

The eye,_the face, and_attitude of command; the_solemn, yet
warlike peal_of_that voice, fit either to rule a host in the
battle-field or be raised to_God_in prayer,_were_irresistible._At
the old man's word and_outstretched arm, the roll of_the drum_was
hushed at once, and the advancing line stood_still._A tremulous
enthusiasm seized_upon the multitude. That stately form,
combining the leader and_the saint, so gray, so dimly_seen, in
such an_ancient_garb,_could only belong to_some old champion of
the righteous cause,_whom the oppressor's drum had summoned_from
his grave. They raised a shout of_awe and exultation, and looked
for the_deliverance of New England.

The Governor,_and the_gentlemen of his party, perceiving
themselves_brought to an_unexpected stand,_rode hastily forward,
as_if they would have pressed their_snorting and affrighted
horses_right against the hoary apparition. He,_however,_blenched
not a step,_but_glancing_his severe_eye round the_group,_which
half encompassed_him,_at last bent it sternly on_Sir_Edmund
Andros. One would have thought that the_dark old man was_chief
ruler_there, and that the_Governor and Council, with soldiers_at
their back, representing the whole power_and authority_of the
Crown,_had no alternative but obedience.

"What does this old fellow here?" cried_Edward Randolph,
fiercely. "On, Sir Edmund! Bid_the soldiers forward, and_give the
dotard_the_same choice that_you_give all_his countrymen--to stand
aside or be trampled on!"

"Nay,_nay, let_us show respect to the good_grandsire," said
Bullivant, laughing. "See_you_not, he is some old round-headed
dignitary,_who hath lain asleep these thirty_years, and knows
nothing o' the_change_of_times? Doubtless, he thinks to_put us
down with a proclamation in_Old Noll's name!"

"Are_you mad, old man?" demanded Sir Edmund_Andros,_in loud and
harsh tones