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Indeed, Richard Alger and Barnabas Thayer were distantly related on the mother's side, and people said they looked enough alike to be brothers. Sylvia saw the same type of face as Charlotte, only Richard's face was older, for he was six years older than she. "If I hadn't put the stone up," she moaned, "maybe he would have thought I didn't hear him knock, an' he'd come in an' waited.
Governor Tanner, General Grosvenor, and Secretary Alger may declare that the wrecking of the army by disease was inevitable, that Northern soldiers cannot maintain their health in the tropics, and that "when troops come home sick and worn, it is a part of war"; but, in view of the record made at Guantanamo Bay, we may say to them, seriously and respectfully, rather than flippantly: "Tell that to the marines!"
Sylvia said, feebly, looking up at him. "I don't know what you say, Richard; I wish you'd say it again." "I ain't Richard Alger; I am Barney Thayer," repeated Barney, in a loud, distinct voice. Sylvia's straining, questioning eyes did not leave his face. "You made a mistake," said Barney. Sylvia turned her eyes away; she laid her head down on the arm of the hair-cloth sofa, and gasped faintly.
The years went on, with once in a while an encouraging report about a boy who had made experiments from works on chemistry or beguiled a fortnight's illness with Wordsworth's "Greece," or Guhl and Koner's "Life of the Greeks and Romans," or had gone on from Alger and Optic to Cooper, Lossing, Help's "Life of Columbus" and Barber's "History of New England."
But now Alger who, when his ammunition gave out, hastened to his horses, had succeeded in mounting one battalion, commanded by Major L.S. Trowbridge, and when the Ninth and Thirteenth Virginia struck the flank of the Seventh Michigan, he ordered that officer to charge and meet this new danger. Trowbridge and his men dashed forward with a cheer, and the enemy in their turn were put to flight.
"She's lived out her place, an' the town's jest took it; guess you didn't know, Richard," said Jonathan Leavitt. His eyes upon the other man were half shrewdly inquiring, half bewildered. Sylvia never turned her head. She sat with her eyes closed behind her veil. "Just turn that sled 'round," said Richard Alger. "Turn the sled 'round?" "Yes, turn it 'round!"
Day be day he had his pitchers took, an' still th' people didn't get onto th' cur-rves iv him. Day be day he chatted iv th' turrors iv war, an' still people on'y said: 'An' Alger also r-ran. But th' time come whin Alger cud contain himsilf no longer, an' he set down an' wrote to Chansy Depoo. "'Mr. Chansy Depot, care iv Grand Cintral Depew, New York, N.Y., Esquire.
By Edward S. Ellis. The Errand Boy; or, How Phil Brent Won Success. By Horatio Alger, Jr. The Island Treasure; or, Harry Darrel's Fortunes. By Frank H. Converse. A Runaway Brig; or, An Accidental Cruise. By James Otis. A Jaunt Through Java. The Story of a Journey to the Sacred Mountain by Two American Boys. By Edward S. Ellis. The King of Apeland.
It and its squad of eighteen men, under command of Lieutenant Alger and Sergeant Davis, had been sent up to us a few days before from the Gap. The comfortless gray dawn was crawling sluggishly over the mountain-tops, as if numb as the animal and vegetable life which had been shrinking all the long hours under the fierce chill.
Printed, but written in Indian-English. Manuscript: Six Stories of the St. Francis or Abenaki Indians. Taken down by Miss Abby Alger. Osgood's Maritime Provinces. In this work there are seven short extracts relative to Glooskap given without reference to any book or author. Of Glooskap's Birth, and of his Brother Malsum, the Wolf
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