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Updated: June 5, 2025
Over this scene came the glaring daylight, for the windows had neither blinds nor shutters, nothing but a valance of gingham through which the sunshine poured upon the aching eyes of the sick. They laid Mrs. Chester among those who moaned and writhed upon the floor. Nothing but the rough folds of a blanket lay between her delicate limbs and the hard boards.
"It's hard enough at best," he said, "for us, in our pride of race, to sympathize seriously in the joys, the hopes, the sufferings of souls under dark skins yet as human as ours if not as white." "Yes, 'tis true. Only one man, Mr. Chester, I ever knew, myself, who did that." "Your father?" "Yes, my dear father." "Will you not some day tell me his story?" "Mr. Castanado will tell you it.
Then they drew off. "Good work, men!" cried Chester. "We can hold them off indefinitely," he added to Hal. "Looks like it," was Hal's reply. "But if they make a concerted rush we shall have our hands full. How is Capt. Lee?" "Very bad," answered one of the men. "I am afraid he's done for." And now the Germans came on again.
The Alderman rejoined his witnesses, and went to the chief's office. From that office, twenty-four hours after, was sent the letter which Chester received on the night of his birth-day. The day of trial came.
Charles Roberts, who had been with me, and with whom I left all the horses at Youldeh, arrived, by the usual road and brought me a young black boy, Master Tommy Oldham, with whom I had travelled to Eucla from Fowler's Bay with the three horses that had died on my journey to Beltana. He was very sorry to hear of the loss of Chester and Formby, the latter having been his riding-horse.
I am sorry I didn't wait and ask him to come home and stay with us." "I wish you had. Sister Russell is too sick to have him at her house, if he should go there. Who stayed to class-meeting?" "Not over half a dozen, and they were all women. I left Bill Taylor and Harry Chester waiting outside for their wives." "They wouldn't ask him home."
But Stephen, who had pursued the Empress from place to place, hearing she had shut herself up in Lincoln, resolved to give her no rest; and to help on his design, it fell out that the citizens in hatred to the Earl of Chester, who commanded there for the Empress, sent a private invitation to the King, with promise to deliver the town and their governor into his hands.
Talents both for peace and war he certainly had, and there was still a feeling of attachment, or at least of regret, cherished towards him among the people of his patrimony. Dermid proceeded at once to seek the help he so sorely needed, upon the marches of Chester, in the city of Bristol, and at the court of the Prince of North Wales.
When things went wrong, out would come the oaths like water out of a spring though that's a false comparison: like the filth out of a sewer, I'd better say." "We all swear more or less," acknowledged Chester, his head in his hands. "Not as I did and you know it. I've been responsible for many a boy's taking it up, though I didn't realize it.
At last one got into the town, but brought us word they were tired out with constant alarms, had been strictly blocked up, and every day expected a siege, and therefore advised us either to go northward where Prince Rupert and the Lord Goring ranged at liberty, or to get over Warrington Bridge, and so secure our retreat to Chester. This double direction divided our opinions.
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