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The gate of the Kanawha valley The wilderness beyond West Virginia defences A romantic post Chaplain Brown An adventurous mission Chaplain Dubois "The River Path" Gauley Mount Colonel Tompkins's home Bowie-knives Truculent resolutions The Engineers Whittlesey, Benham, Wagner Fortifications Distant reconnoissances Comparison of forces Dangers to steamboat communications Allotment of duties The Summersville post Seventh Ohio at Cross Lanes Scares and rumors Robert E. Lee at Valley Mountain Floyd and Wise advance Rosecrans's orders The Cross Lanes affair Major Casement's creditable retreat Colonel Tyler's reports Lieutenant-Colonel Creighton Quarrels of Wise and Floyd Ambushing rebel cavalry Affair at Boone Court House New attack at Gauley Bridge An incipient mutiny Sad result A notable court-martial Rosecrans marching toward us Communications renewed Advance toward Lewisburg Camp Lookout A private sorrow.
More than once I had seen a noble who had gotten his enemy at a disadvantage, stop to pray before cutting his throat; more than once I had seen a noble, after ambushing and despatching his enemy, retire to the nearest wayside shrine and humbly give thanks, without even waiting to rob the body.
Two six-shooters were belted around him. Occasionally he drew a large black bottle from his pocket and raised it to his mouth. A star appeared far down the track which soon waxed into the headlight of the approaching train. It came on with an increasing roar; the engine bore down upon the ambushing desperadoes with a glare and a shriek like some avenging monster come to deliver them to justice.
A few hundred braves might have been ready to take the war-path in the wilds of Cape Breton; but sieges were not at all in their line, except when they could hang round the besiegers' inland flanks, on the chance of lifting scalps from careless stragglers or ambushing an occasional small party gone astray.
"I sent you to Ochori to prevent a massacre, you catch a chief in the act of ambushing an enemy and instead of chucking him straight into the Village of Iron you fine him ten dollars." "Yes, sir," said Bones. There was a painful pause. "Well, you're an ass!" said Hamilton, who could think of nothing better to say. "Yes, sir," said Bones; "I think you're repeating yourself, sir.
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