. The scout and ranger: being the personal adventures of Corporal Pike, of the Fourth Ohio cavalry. As a Texan ranger, in the Indian wars, delineating western adventure; afterwards a scout and spy, in Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, and the Carolinas, under General Mitchell, Rosecrans, Stanley, Sheridan, Lytle, Thomas, Crook, and Sherman. Fully illustrating the secret service. Twenty-five full-page engravings . reader, wdien your dad and minewere boys, or, perhaps, earlier, he halts before a dilapidatedcabin, to see if he can get to stay all night. It is a miserablesqualid place. The rain is pour
. The scout and ranger: being the personal adventures of Corporal Pike, of the Fourth Ohio cavalry. As a Texan ranger, in the Indian wars, delineating western adventure; afterwards a scout and spy, in Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, and the Carolinas, under General Mitchell, Rosecrans, Stanley, Sheridan, Lytle, Thomas, Crook, and Sherman. Fully illustrating the secret service. Twenty-five full-page engravings . reader, wdien your dad and minewere boys, or, perhaps, earlier, he halts before a dilapidatedcabin, to see if he can get to stay all night. It is a miserablesqualid place. The rain is pouring down in torrents, and theold man of the house is perched on a whisky barrel in the onlydry corner, playing the first part of a tune. The children arehuddled around the fire, peering curiously at the stranger, whilethe old woman, with one arm a-kimbo, is stirring a pot of mushover the fire, holding her dress back between her knees, to keepit from burning. The roof of the cabin is partly demolished;a couple of pigs ruminating about .on the ground-floor, andchickens, with dripping feathers, roosting on the timbers overhead. This is the state of afi\iirs when the story opens ; thereader can gather the remainder as the old banjo player recitesit. • Balance all, shouts the fiddler; when the old banjo pickerstarts ofi with: Hello, ole man, kin I get ter stay here all nite, rad di di dadi di da da THE DIALOGUE. 163 First and third couple, forward and back, yells the fiddler. Ycr kin get ter go ter de ole boy, I guess, breaks in thebanjo picker, keeping time with the dancers feet. First lady balance second gemman. • I say, ole man, whar doe dis road go to, rad di di da di di dada? Swing, yells the fiddler, and old white head goes on with: I ben a livin here about forty years an it aint gone nowhar yit, ra di di da di di da da da, etc. IIow far is it to de forks ob de road? rad di di da, etc. Ef yer done kep on, yer done ben dar by dis time, thenagain chimed in his rad di di
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