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I must tell you that I had the honor of fighting under General Washington; for I had been marched down to Trenton with a stout-hearted teamster, named Judah Loring, from Braintree, Massachusetts, who, after our battle at Bunker Hill, in that State, picked me up from the bottom of the works, where, for want of pickaxes, I had been, as I told you, serving as a trenching, tool, and made himself my better-half and commander-in-chief.
On the following morning, before the sun had risen, the ex-president was on his way to Braintree, not waiting even for the inauguration ceremonies that installed Jefferson in the chair which he had left so unwillingly, and giving vent to the bitterest feelings, alike unmanly and unreasonable.
For though it still continued restless enough to keep Braintree and Tubbs in a state of suspended enjoyment in the bows, it showed no signs of getting worse as it went on. Bowler was jubilant. With his hand on the rudder and his eye on the compass, he kept the boat's course like a line, and fancied himself heading due north from Sinnamary.
Now then, Wallas, who's your man?" asked Bowler. "Tubbs," said Wallas. Tubbs was one of the most hopeless louts at Swishford. Gayford gave a low whistle; but he was too anxious to preserve the harmony of the party to offer any objection. "Now you, Braintree?" "I say, Cwashford. Jolly fellow, and knows French, too." "Ah, but he is such a cad," said Bowler imploringly.
Braintree this crippled lady, who was of a candor equal to Juno's, embarked upon a conversation with Juno that compelled Mrs. Trevise to tinkle her bell for Daphne after only two remarks had been exchanged.
For Bowler's party there seemed very little prospect of anything turning up, for their way lay across bare ledges of rock, with perhaps a pool to wade, or a little cape to scramble across, but never a sign of food or shelter. Braintree did indeed announce that in one place he saw a "cwab" disappear into a hole, but the chances of satisfaction from that source were too remote to be pursued.
But I did not go to sleep smiling; listening to the "Ode for the Daughters of Dixie" had been an ordeal too truly painful, because it disclosed live feelings which I had thought were dead, or rather, it disclosed that those feelings smouldered in the young as well as in the old. Doctor Beaugarcon didn't have them he had fought them out, just as Mr. Braintree had fought them out; and Mrs.
This was, however, accomplished in time, and the consultation continued. "We ought to have three more fellows, at least," said Bowler. "I tell you what, each of you pick one. Who do you say, Gav?" "Well, I fancy young Wester might do," said Gayford. "Warthah a pwig, isn't he?" suggested Braintree. "He is a little," replied Gayford; "but he's very obliging, and fags rather well." "All serene.
Under the former administration, he had been, as Senator Grayson humorously called him, "his superfluous Excellency," and out of the direct line of fire. He could easily look down upon such melancholy squibs as Freneau's "Daddy Vice" and "Duke of Braintree." But when raised above every other head by his high office, he became a mark for the most bitter personal attacks. Mr.
Only Braintree broke the monotony by shivering audibly, and the footsteps of Crashford, as he paced up and down outside to keep warm, added a dreary variety to the silence. The afternoon drew on, and at last Bowler said "Better let the beggar in." "Hadn't we better all turn out and see what's to be done?" said Gayford. "We shall only come to grief here.
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