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John Carmody, too, felt in honor bound to risk himself beside the young Navy ensign. "All sea-going, sir!" called Coxswain Riley. "Schmidt, make ready to cast off," sang back Darrin. Now the different groups of Mexicans, who had been halted for a minute under the brisk fire, saw their prey slipping away from them. With yells of fury, Cosetta's men rose and attempted the final charge.
The yells of the combatants, the thud of colliding bodies, the clang of arms seemed as nothing after the cannon had quieted down.
Ken found himself bathed in a heavy sweat. Then he began to smart in different places, and he was hard put to it to keep rubbing them. The steam grew hotter; his body was afire; his breath labored in great heaves. Ken felt that he must cry out. He heard exclamations, then yells, from some of the other boxed-up players, and he glanced quickly around.
The hand of a master has pictured what happened in those dismal months; and in that truest of fictions, "The History of the Plague Year," Defoe shows death, with every accompaniment of pain and terror, stalking through the narrow streets of old London, and changing their busy hum into a silence broken only by the wailing of the mourners of fifty thousand dead; by the woful denunciations and mad prayers of fanatics; and by the madder yells of despairing profligates.
The roars or fierce yells showed that he had hit, and they heard the sound of heavy bodies being threshed about in the dusk. "We are not eaten but some of our enemies are," said Will. "It would be a good plan, wouldn't it, to slay them whenever we can in order that they may be food for one another?" "It is wisely spoken," said Roka.
Some of the barbarians were bathing; and on their giving the alarm, others came up, and a battle began. The first shock was between the Ambrones and Ligurians. The Romans supported the latter, and the Ambrones fled across the Arc to the wagons, where the women, assailing both pursuers and pursued with yells and blows, were slain with the men. So ended the first day's fight.
If the tense nervous energy of the American people is the transmitted characteristic of the border settlers, who often slept with loaded rifle in hand in grim expectation of being awakened by the hideous yells, the deadly tomahawk, and the lurid firebrand of the savage, the very buoyancy of the national character is in equal measure "traceable to the free democracy founded on a freehold inheritance of land."
When they saw that we were really beyond their reach, they vented their disappointment in fearful yells. "Shriek away, ye redskin savages," cried Tim; "your noise doesn't hurt us. If you don't look out for yourselves, you'll have some of the 'gators snapping off your legs presently."
Shovels deepened the trench here or there as men sought better to protect their families. And now in a sudden melée of shouts and yells, of trampling hoofs and whirling colors, the first bands of the Crows came charging up in the attempt to carry away their dead of yesterday. Men stooped to grasp a stiffened wrist, a leg, a belt; the ponies squatted under ghastly dragging burdens.
She had witnessed the killing of a poor wretch right in front of her door, within a stone's throw of his home; had heard the agonizing wails of his wife and children a sight which she had never expected to witness in Wilmington. The roar of cannon and musketry, the yells of frightened women and children kept her poor, helpless husband in constant terror, hanging on to her skirts like a babe.
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