. Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature . ularmorning, the line was not extended at all. Why itwas not, is purely a matter of conjecture. Possibly,the morning being unusually cold and raw, thegu^d did not care to leave their own snug tents alongthe line of the encampment, with no greater induce-ment than that of increasing the comfort of theirYankee prisoners, who, for that day, were left withoutany fires at all; but, be this as it may, the guard-linewas not extended as was usual, and thus the plot of ouryoung friends was frustrated for the time b
. Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature . ularmorning, the line was not extended at all. Why itwas not, is purely a matter of conjecture. Possibly,the morning being unusually cold and raw, thegu^d did not care to leave their own snug tents alongthe line of the encampment, with no greater induce-ment than that of increasing the comfort of theirYankee prisoners, who, for that day, were left withoutany fires at all; but, be this as it may, the guard-linewas not extended as was usual, and thus the plot of ouryoung friends was frustrated for the time being. Theyagreed to watch, pray and act at the very first op-portunity that presented. It was not long before thatopportunity came. Early upon the day following that of their disap-pointment, the conspirators arranged that each shouldmake a reconnaissance of the lines, discover the weakpoints of the enemy, and, that being accomplished,rendezvous at a given spot, ready to act upon anylikely plan that might suggest itself to them. Glazierhad become a tolerably expert physiognomist, and. CBOSSING THE DEAD LINE, 217 singled out an unsophisticated-looking giant, who waipatrolling a certain beat, as the best man among theline of sentries on whom to practise an individual was evidently a good-natured lout, notlong in the service, and very much resembling ourconception of Jonas Chuzzlewit/ in respect to hishaving been put away and forgotten for half a cen-tury. It is only necessary to add that his ownershad stuck a musket in his hand, and placed him onguard/ Yet there was some pluck in him. He wasjust the sort of man who, led by a good officer, wouldfight like a^ion, but whose animal instincts had sobefogged his intellect that, if left to his own resources,he would be as likely to ruin friend as foe. When Glazier rejoined his comrade, he describedthis man, and the friends agreed that they wouldboldly cross the dead-line ^ immediately in frontof him, be ready to answer p
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