DRi and I

D'Ri and I

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D'RI AND I

A TALE of DARING DEEDS in the SECOND WAR with the
BRITISH.

Being the Memoirs of Colonel Ramon Bell, U.S.A.

BY IRVING BACHELLER, author of "Eben Holden."

1901

TO MY WIFE

PREFACE
This is a tale of the adventurous and rugged pioneers, who,
unconquered by other foes, were ever at war with the ancient
wilderness, pushing the northern frontier of the white man farther and
farther to the west. Early in the last century they had striped the wild
waste of timber with roadways from Lake Champlain to Lake Ontario,
and spotted it with sown acres wide and fair; and still, as they swung
their axes with the mighty vigor of great arms, the forest fell before
them,
In a long valley south of the St. Lawrence, sequestered by river, lake,
and wilderness, they were slow to lose the simplicity, the dialect, and
the poverty of their fathers.
Some Frenchmen of wealth and title, having fled the Reign of Terror,
bought a tract of wild country there (six hundred and thirty thousand
acres) and began to fill it with fine homes. It was said the great
Napoleon himself would some day build a chateau among them. A few
men of leisure built manor-houses on the river front, and so the
Northern Yankee came to see something of the splendor of the far
world, with contempt, as we may well imagine, for its waste of time
and money.
Those days the North country was a theatre of interest and renown. Its

play was a tragedy; its setting the ancient wilderness; its people of all
conditions from king to farm hand. Chateau and cabin, trail and forest
road, soldier and civilian, lake and river, now moonlit, now sunlit, now
under ice and white with snow, were of the shifting scenes in that play.
Sometimes the stage was overrun with cavalry and noisy with the clang
of steel and the roar of the carronade.
The most important episodes herein are of history,--so romantic was
the life of that time and region. The marriage is almost literally a matter
of record.
A good part of the author's life has been spent among the children of
those old raiders--Yankee and Canadian--of the north and south shores
of the big river. Many a tale of the camp and the night ride he has heard
in the firelight of a winter's evening; long familiar to him are the ruins
of a rustic life more splendid in its day than any north of Virginia. So
his color is not all of books, but of inheritance and of memory as well.
The purpose of this tale is to extend acquaintance with the plain people
who sweat and bled and limped and died for this Republic of ours.
Darius, or "D'ri" as the woods folk called him, was a pure-bred Yankee,
quaint, rugged, wise, truthful; Ramon had the hardy traits of a Puritan
father, softened by the more romantic temperament of a French mother.
They had no more love of fighting than they had need of it.

CONTENTS
PREFACE
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER I.
II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV. XV. XVI. XVII.
XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI. XXII. XXIII. XXIV. XXV. XXVI. XXVII.
[Transcriber's Note: The chapters in the original text were numbered,

but had no titles.]
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
LOUISE
D'RI AND I
I COULD NOT TELL WHICH OF THE TWO GIRLS I LOVED THE
BETTER
HE WOULD HAVE FOUGHT TO THE DEATH IF I HAD BUT
GIVEN HIM WORD
"COME, NOW, MY PRETTY PRISONER"
"WE 'LL TEK CARE O' THE OL' BRIG"
WE WERE BOTH NEAR BREAKING DOWN
"THEN I LEAVE ALL FOR YOU"

INTRODUCTION
From a letter of Captain Darius Hawkins, U. S. A., introducing Ramon
Bell to the Comte de Chaumont:--
"MY DEAR COUNT: I commend to your kind offices my young friend
Ramon Bell, the son of Captain Bell, a cavalry officer who long ago
warmed his sword in the blood of the British on many a battle-field.
The young man is himself a born soldier, as brave as he is tall and
handsome. He has been but a