gaol and pillory, no guard before the Governor’s house, — not a soul, high or low, to be seen.
“Have they all migrated?” cried Sparrow. “Are they gone to Croatan?”
“They have left one to tell the tale, then,” I said, “for here he comes running.”
gaol and pillory, no guard before the Governor’s house, — not a soul, high or low, to be seen.
“Have they all migrated?” cried Sparrow. “Are they gone to Croatan?”
“They have left one to tell the tale, then,” I said, “for here he comes running.”