"There is some talk, below, about Tarleton[14] having defeated General Sumpter[15] on the Tiger River."[16]
[Footnote 15: an American general; also spelled Sumter.]
[Footnote 16: a branch of the Broad, which is a branch of the Congaree River, South Carolina.]
"Indeed!" cried the exulting Sarah; "Sumpter--Sumpter--who is he? I'll not buy even a pin until you tell me all the news," she continued, laughing and throwing down a muslin she had been examining.
For a moment the peddler hesitated; his eye glanced toward Harper, who was yet gazing at him with settled meaning, and the whole manner of Birch was altered. Approaching the fire, he took from his mouth a large allowance of the Virginian weed, and depositing it, with its juices, without mercy to Miss Peyton's andirons,[17] he returned to his goods.
[Footnote 17: irons for supporting wood in a fire-place.]
"He lives among the colored people in the south, and he has lately had a scrimmage with this Colonel Tarleton"--
"Who defeated him, of course?" cried Sarah, with confidence.
[Footnote 18: a village in Westchester County, north of the Harlem River.]
"But what do _you_ say?" Mr. Wharton ventured to inquire, yet speaking in a low tone.
"I repeat but what I hear," said Birch, offering a piece of cloth to the inspection of Sarah, who rejected it in silence, evidently determined to hear more before she made another purchase.
"They say, however, at the Plains,"[19] the peddler continued, first throwing his eyes again around the room and letting them rest for an instant on Harper, "that Sumpter and one or two more were all that were hurt, and that the rig'lars[20] were all cut to pieces, for the militia were fixed snugly in a log barn."
"Not very probable," said Sarah, contemptuously,[21] "though I make no doubt the rebels got behind the logs."
"I think," said the peddler, coolly, again offering the silk, "it's quite ingenious to get a log between one and a gun, instead of getting between a gun and a log."
The eyes of Harper dropped quietly on the pages of the volume in his hand, while Frances, rising, came forward with a smile on her face, as she inquired, in a tone of affability[22] that the peddler had never witnessed from the younger sister: