CHAPTER XVI.
A NIGHT EXPEDITION.
The wind and the cold had moderated, and a heavy grey mist hung over the Tappan Zee on the following night.

Hollow, echoing sounds came over and through the mist clouds, and re-echoed up the mountain.

The scene was one common at that season of the year; still there was something strange and mysterious in the very atmosphere that composed it.

Gloom hung over everything, and touched a melancholy chord in one's feelings.

Curious figures, dim and indistinct, seemed to move and dance up and down, and thread their way through the curtain of mist, like phantoms in winding sheets.