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"Och, bad Piper Tim, to scare them away from me! It's not that they're bad only that good's too heavy for them. They're such little people! It's too heavy! It's too heavy." She ran away through the dusk, sobbing and calling this over her shoulder reproachfully. In the weeks which followed, old Timothy Moran, as he was called, could scarcely complain that he was but half awake.
Six hundred men ventured on this side, but were timely recalled, and being charged by a few dragoons of Major Nelson, flew into their boats with precipitation. Col. Pleasant's and Good's battallions of militia, were sent on each side of the river and gave annoyance to their troops and boats. The enemy have lost some men killed, prisoners and deserters. Yours &c.
Passing through these without a word, we gained a hut in the centre of the ground, where we were astonished to find two men waiting, laden with our few goods and chattels, which of course we had been obliged to leave behind in our hasty flight. "I sent for them," explained Infadoos; "and also for these," and he lifted up Good's long-lost trousers.
As for Good's three squares, they were swept backwards like boats upon an incoming tide, and the foremost one was burst into and lost half its remaining men. But the effort was too fierce and terrible to last. Suddenly the battle came, as it were, to a turning-point, and for a minute or two stood still. Then it began to move towards Sorais' camp.
Here, in the last week of the month, the twenty-third chapter of the Golden Fleece was held with much pomp, and with festivities which lasted three days. The fourteen vacancies which existed were filled with the names of various distinguished personages. With this last celebration the public history of Philip the Good's ostentatious and ambitious order of knighthood was closed.
And so, notwithstanding all that we could do, the enemy drew nearer, till at last he hurled himself upon Good's force of seven thousand five hundred regulars, who were drawn up to receive them in three strong squares. About the same time, too, an awful and heartshaking roar told me that the main battle had closed in on the centre and extreme left.
Most of the craft retreated as we advanced, but a few held their ground, while the big row-boat came on to meet us. Presently we were alongside, and I could see that our appearance and especially Good's and Umslopogaas's filled the venerable-looking commander with astonishment, not unmixed with awe.
A curious grunt from behind Michael warned him that the audience was being amused at the expense of Sam, Sam's brows were lowering. "Humph!" he said, ungraciously striking a third match just in time to watch Michael's face. "Where's yer pile?" "What?" "Got the dough?" "Oh," said Michael comprehendingly, "no, I haven't got money, Sam. I've only my education." "An' wot good's it, I'd like to know.
He'd do a damn sight better with it. He'd have a good time with it, and make everybody in the neighbourhood happy, and you'd burn it up in one of your confounded reform clubs. Well, all I've got's a sister and a nephew, so I guess the money's goin' to be wasted anyhow. But one way's as good's another, and Henry's goin' to get a fair break, and don't you forget it."
Last night my dripping duds helped me to a cant tale, and got me a silver penny from a man of religion. Good's in the worst; and life's like hunting the squirrel a man gets much good exercise thereat, but seldom what he hunts for." "That's as good morality as Aristotle's," said I. "'Tis better for me, because 'tis mine."
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