The Partisan: A Tale of the Revolution, Հատոր 2

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First e-book read, downloaded free from Googlebooks. Originally published in 1835 this inspired romance, set in South Carolina during the conflict for American independence was widely read in ... Read full review

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Էջ 8 - Now pile the brush and roll the log : Hard pillow, but a soldier's head, That's half the time in brake and bog, Must never think of softer bed. The owl is hooting to the night, The cooter crawling o'er the bank, And in that pond the plashing light Tells where the alligator sank.
Էջ 7 - We follow where the Swamp Fox* guides, His friends and merry men are we ; And when the troop of Tarleton rides, We burrow in the cypress tree. The turfy hammock is our bed, Our home is in the red deer's den, Our roof, the tree-top overhead, For we are wild and hunted men.
Էջ 8 - And that's a sign we move in haste. He whistles to the scouts and hark! You hear his order calm and low. Come, wave your torch across the dark, And let us see the boys that go. We may not see their forms again, God help 'em, should they find the strife!
Էջ 8 - ... stir the fire, and lie at ease, The scouts are gone, and on the brush I see the colonel bend his knees, To take his slumbers too — but, hush ! He's praying, comrades : 'tis not strange ; The man that's fighting day by day, May well, when night comes, take a change, And down upon his knees to pray.
Էջ 7 - We fly by day and shun its light, But prompt to strike the sudden blow, We mount and start with early night, And through the forest track our foe, And soon he hears our chargers leap, The flashing saber blinds his eyes, And ere he drives away his sleep, And rushes from his camp, he dies.
Էջ 9 - tis the signal ! start so soon. And through the Santee swamp so deep, Without the aid of friendly moon, And we, Heaven help us! half asleep! But courage, comrades! Marion leads, The Swamp Fox takes us out to-night; So clear your swords, and spur your steeds, There's goodly chance, I think, of fight. X. We follow where the Swamp Fox guides, We leave the swamp and cypress tree, Our spurs are in our coursers...
Էջ 8 - Our spurs are in our coursers' sides, And ready for the strife are we. The tory camp is now in sight, And there he cowers within his den; He hears our shout, he dreads the fight, He fears, and flies from Marion's men.
Էջ 6 - ... crowded vessels, flying from the land they had vainly struggled to subdue. You should hear the old housewives dilate upon these transactions. You should hear them paint the disasters, the depression of the Carolinians ! how their chief city was besieged and taken ; their little army dispersed or cut to pieces ; and how the invader marched over the country, and called it his. Anon, they would show you the little gathering in the swamp — the small scouting squad timidly stealing forth into the...
Էջ 196 - The troops will observe the profoundest silence upon the march ; and any soldier who offers to fire without the command of his officer, must be instantly put to death.
Էջ 6 - ... aims at larger game. Under some such leader as Colonel Washington, you should see them, anon, well mounted, streaking along the Ashley river road, by the peep of day, well skilled in the management of their steeds, whose high necks beautifully arch under the curb, while, in obedience to their riders' will, they plunge fearlessly through brake and through brier, over the fallen tree, and into the suspicious water Heedless of all things but the proper achievement of their bold adventure, the warriors...

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