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Young Laird did not require his company for a week, and he thought well of himself for taking a journey to Fife merely to pleasure his sister, before he took his own pleasure. He had improved much in personal appearance during his residence in Glasgow. He was well dressed, and he had acquired an easy confidence of manner which rather took Dr. Balmuto by surprise.
"Why, Martin Tighe's boy, the next to the oldest, is an excellent hand to play the fife!" said John Stover, suddenly growing enthusiastic. "If you two are set on it, let's have a word with the minister to-morrow, an' see what he says. Perhaps he'll give out some kind of a notice. You have to have a good many bunches o' flowers.
"The old spite is in them," he told himself, "and nothing will show them where they stand like a 'walk." The next day Thomas left his haying and rounded up the faithful. There were seven members of the order in the community, all of whom were willing to stand for their country's honor. There was James Shewfelt, who was a drummer, and could play the tunes without the fife at all.
Her fancy wandered over the scenes it had known; when it had felled trees in the wild forest, and those fingers, then supple and slight, had played the fife to the struggling men of the Revolution; how its activity had outdone the activity of all other hands in clearing and cultivating those very fields where her feet loved to run; how in its pride of strength it had handled the scythe and the sickle and the flail, with a grace and efficiency that no other could attain; and how in happy manhood that strong hand had fondled and sheltered and led the little children that now had grown up and were gone!
"Glory, glory for the Crimson, Glory, glory for the Crimson, Glory, glory for the Crimson, For this is Harwell's day," sang the throng. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" thundered the big drum. "Tootle-toot!" shrilled the fife. "Now, fellows, three times three, three long Harwells, and three times three!" shouted the master of ceremonies hoarsely. "Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Rah-rah-rah, Harwell! Harwell!
He, however, lacked concentration and intensity, and his want of early education made him often loose in expression and faulty in form; and probably a comparatively small portion of what he wrote will live. Novelist, s. of a country gentleman of Fife, ed. at Eton, entered the army, and saw service in the Crimea, retiring in 1859 as Major.
The drum and the fife, War's rattling throng, And a wandering life The world along! Swift steed and a hand To curb and command With a blade by the side, We're off far and wide. As jolly and free, As the finch in its glee, On thicket or tree, Under heaven's wide hollow Hurrah! for the Friedlander's banner I'll follow! SECOND YAGER. Foregad! a jolly companion, though.
This remark was unheard by all, except the commander of the frigate, who again walked aside with the pilot, where they resumed their mysterious communications. The words of assent were no sooner uttered, however, than Griffith gave forth from his trumpet the command to "heave away!" Again the strains of the fife were followed by the tread of the men at the capstan.
He has been sent privately back to his own country of Fife." "What, Black Quentin? Why, that is the very man that Henry and I, as we ever keep close together, struck at in the same moment, only my blow fell somewhat earlier. I fear further feud will come of it, and so does the provost. And is he recovered?
The square was deserted save for a few men hurrying along the street toward the drill ground up beyond Horton's tanyard, where the drum and fife were playing and men were shouting loudly. Thereupon Martin Hawk did the incomprehensible thing.
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