The Partisan: A Tale of the Revolution, Հատոր 2

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Harper & Brothers, 1835

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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...
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 7 - When on his heels the foemen press, — The true heart and the ready hand. The spirit stubborn to be free. The twisted bore, the smiting brand, — And we are Marion's men, you see. Now light the fire and cook the meal, The last perhaps that we shall taste; I hear the Swamp Fox round us steal, And that's a sign we move in haste.
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 sabre blinds his eyes, And ere he drives away his sleep, And rushes from his camp, he dies.
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 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 6 crawling o'er the bank, And in that pond the flashing light Tells where the alligator sank.
Էջ 9 - We follow where the swamp fox guides, We leave the swamp and cypress tree, 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 8 - 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 198 - 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 - ... rescuing a disconsolate group of captives on their way to the city and the prison-ships. Soon, emboldened by success, the little squad is increased by numbers, and 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 rider's will, they plunge fearlessly through...

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