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Brom Bones, however, was the hero of the scene, having come to the gathering on his favorite steed Daredevil, a creature, like himself, full of mettle and mischief, and which no one but himself could manage.
Brom Bones, however, was the hero of the scene, having come to the gathering on his favorite steed Daredevil a creature, like himself full of metal and mischief, and which no one but himself could manage.
She could save him, perhaps. So far as she could see, the fire was not yet crossing the road in front. The Bishop would still be on the road. She was sure of that. Again she asked Brom Bones for his brave best. The Bishop was beginning to think that he might yet get through to French Village. His watch told him that it was six o'clock.
"That will give you Marlborough's victories in their proper sequence Blenheim, Ramillies, Oudenarde, Malplaquet, 'Brom'"; and "Brom" I have remembered from that day to this. Though it is now many years since Mr. Chittenden passed away, I must pay this belated tribute to the memory of a very skilful teacher, and an exceedingly kind friend, to whom I owe an immense debt of gratitude.
Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnight companion, and bethought himself of the adventure of Brom Bones with the Galloping Hessian, now quickened his steed in hopes of leaving him behind. The stranger, however, quickened his horse to an equal pace. Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to lag behind; the other did the same.
Here is my shilling, Brom; I wish a shot too. You may wish it in welcome, cried Kirby, but if I ruffle the gobblers feathers, how are you to get it? Is money so plenty in your deer-skin pocket, that you pay for a chance that you may never have? How know you, sir, how plenty money is in my pocket? said the youth fiercely. Here is my shilling, Brom, and I claim a right to shoot.
He had gone to prevent crime. If he stayed in the road she could find him and lead him out to the north and probably to safety. If he did not stay in the road, well, at least, she could only make the attempt. Brom Bones went flying along the slope of the road towards his home. For the first time in his life, he felt the cut of a whip on his flanks to make him go faster.
A snap, a snap! shouted the negro, springing from his crouching posture like a madman, before his bird. A snap good as fire Natty Bumppo gun he snap Natty Bumppo miss a turkey! Natty Bumppo hit a nigger, said the indignant old hunter, if you dont get out of the way, Brom.
Brom Bones, however, was the hero of the scene, having come to the gathering on his favourite steed Daredevil, a creature, like himself, full of mettle and mischief, and which no one but himself could manage.
The lady of his heart was his partner in the dance, and smiling graciously in reply to all his amorous oglings; while Brom Bones, sorely smitten with love and jealousy, sat brooding by himself in one corner.
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