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We shall consider him for he was also a maker of verse in the next chapter, in connection with his fellow-townsmen, Henry Timrod and Paul Hamilton Hayne. So we pause here only to remark that the obscurity which enfolds him is more dense than he deserves, and that anyone who likes frontier fiction, somewhat in the manner of Cooper, will enjoy reading "The Yemassee," the best of Simms's books.
Old ladies with palm-leaf fans in their tireless hands come and sit with you. They aren't brilliant old ladies, you understand. I know some whose secular library consists of the Complete Works of John Esten Cooke, Gilmore Simms's War Poems of the South, and a thumbed copy of Father Ryan.
Simms's body, clinging to it with one hand, the other gripped on the pommel. Pink-eye seemed to know what was expected of him, for straightway he got under motion, trotting off toward the lines of the sheepmen. The cowboys turned their guns on the little outfit, but the sheepmen now discovering what was going on, gave a mighty yell and swept down on their enemy.
The paper was poor, the cuts atrocious, the binding a poisonous green, but many of the Gems were of purest ray serene despite their wretched setting. Old-fashioned stuff, most of it, but woven on the loom of immortality. Peter, of course, had Simms's "War Poems of the South." He knew much of Father Ryan by heart.
There was a pistol shot through the head, and a leathern pocketbook, which had apparently contained money, was found empty a few feet away. That was the end of it all, Mr. Floyd." "You mean that Simms's murderer was never found?" "Never," said Beardsley, "though detectives were brought down from Richmond and set on the track.
No sooner had Tad done this than he heard a galloping pony rapidly approaching the camp. The lad stepped out as the horseman pulled up. It was the foreman. He threw himself from his mount and started on a run for Mr. Simms's tent. "Hello!" he exclaimed, bringing up short. "Where's the boss? Is he hurt?
Elbert Hubbard says that Simms "courted oblivion and won her" by returning to the South after having achieved some success in the North; but it is doubtful if this had anything to do with it. The truth is that Simms's work has lost its appeal because of its inherent defects, and there is no chance that its popularity will ever be regained.
"I asked a fellow what it was, and he said he didn't rightly know, but he thought one of the college boys had been found drowned in the water." Some of the gentlemen-listeners' faces turned as pale as Mr. Bill Simms's; as pale as each conscience. Bywater was the first to gather courage. "It's not obliged to be Charley Channing, if there is any one drowned."
* This date is given in both Simms's and James's accounts both say that Marion received the thanks of Congress on the 9th October, while celebrating the defeat of Cornwallis. But Cornwallis was defeated on the 19th of that month. This date should probably be the 9th November, and is most likely a repetition of James's error.
The boy scrambled to his feet and took off his sombrero. "How," he said. The girl answered in kind. Then she placed on the ground before him a bowl of soup and a plate of steaming stew. Tad sniffed the odor of mutton, which now was so familiar to him, wondering at the same time, if it had come from Mr. Simms's flock. "Thank you," he said. "If you will excuse me I will eat. I'm awfully hungry.
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