Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . alreadythey felt the cold lead in their flesh. Ned rose to his feetthe moment the murderous hands were loosed, he paused notan instant, his eye had rolled over the scene as he got up,and he cried out with a loud voice, albeit one made huskyby the choking he had received: Nows the time, boys! charge em ! Immediately the swingle-like movement of his arms re-commenced, and camp-men began to fall around him as de-cayed trees fall about the pa
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . alreadythey felt the cold lead in their flesh. Ned rose to his feetthe moment the murderous hands were loosed, he paused notan instant, his eye had rolled over the scene as he got up,and he cried out with a loud voice, albeit one made huskyby the choking he had received: Nows the time, boys! charge em ! Immediately the swingle-like movement of his arms re-commenced, and camp-men began to fall around him as de-cayed trees fall about the path of a cyclone. Pal, too, wasloose, and now thoroughly aroused, raged like a lion amidsthis prey. Hank, Sam., Chris., and the other boys were upand at em , hewing away at the foe like Byrons sturdy oldTurk at Ismail, Like doctors of divinity in polemics, and as for myself, obtaining a view of the uglyphiz of the wretch whose fist had marred my personal beau-ty, I contrived to give him such a salute- with the heavy partof a three-footed stool as rendered him useless for any pur-pose for the remainder of that evening at least THE HISTORICAL BRIDGE. 387. 388 VICTORY IS OURS. We soon cleared tlie cabin of the miserable wretches andran them far down the road, over the rude bridge spanning acreek that crossed the latter, and on toward the river, many ofthem begging for that mercy which none merited, and, to tellthe truth, few obtained, We then returned to the cabin tOcount the cost of our victory. Hardly a man of our gal-lant little crew had escaped without severe bruises, and someeven had rather serious wounds. The dress suits of sev-eral of the beaux were in a sorry condition indeed. But asno one was dangerously injured, and as we were all cared for,petted, and praised by the poor, pale, nervous, but still pit-eous women, who, after all, had been the real sufferers inthis affair, we made very light of our injuries, and one gailychaffed another concerning his personal appearance. W
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