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The guest house was aflahts As I neared it, there was borne to my ears a burst of drunken shouts acco with a vengeance our senseless fashion of wasting in drinking bouts powder that would have been better spent against the Indians The noise increased The door was flung open, and there issued a tide of drawers and servants headed by mine host himself, and followed by a hail of such hter

I nant host and his staff, and standing upon the threshold looked at the riot within The long room was thick with the sh which the reat table wine had been spilt, and dripped to swell a red pool upon the floor Underneath the table, still grasping his euests to fall, an up-river Burgess hite hair The rest of the co Hamor had a fiddle, and, one foot upon a settle, the other upon the table, drew across it a fast and furious bow Master Pory, arrived at thea slow and melancholy ditty and wiped the tears from his eyes with elaborate care Master Edward Sharpless, now in a high voice, now in an undistinguishable inary case Peaceable Sheras drunk, and Giles Allen, and Pettiplace Clause Captain John Martin, sitting with outstretched legs, called now for a fresh tankard, which he eulp; now for his pistols, which, as fast as ed at the ceiling The loud wind rattled doors and s, and rew madder and madder, the shots more frequent, the drunken voices thicker and louder

The uests, or had drunk less, but his spirit too was quite without bounds A color burned in his cheeks, a wicked light in his eyes; he laughed to hiray smoke cloud he saw ed the doorway and stared at the revel within He raised his silver cup with a slow and wavering hand "Drink, you dogs!" he chanted "Drink to the Santa Teresa! Drink to to-ht! Drink to a proud lady within my arms and an enemy in my power!"