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And then, and only then, did it appear in the magazine. Mr. Dickson's audience, doubtless under the impression that magazines are produced by editors out of the contributions sent them by mail, expressed surprise that so much time, effort, and money should be devoted to what seemed a comparatively unimportant subject.
Yet he might, if sufficiently irritated. It became Dickson's immediate object to get the innkeeper to reveal himself by rousing his temper. He did not stop to consider the policy of this course; he imperatively wanted things cleared up and the issue made plain.
"I never knowed I liked music so well, 'til I heer'd th' Leetle Woman sing," declared Ham the moment the sound of Mrs. Dickson's voice ceased. "Her singin' seems tew come a-knockin' right at th' door of a feller's heart. Now, dew sing us another one," and he turned pleadingly to Mrs. Dickson. "Yes, I will sing you just one more song; and then we must be going.
But I'm no good at it. I'm not 'fraid not really but I just hate it. You like it, don't you?" Robert swaggered a little. "Rather." There was a moment's silence, "I say if you like it would you mind licking Dickson Minor for me? He's always ragging me you see, I've a rotten time because of my hair, and about playing the piano. Dickson's the worst.
The Poet, since we left him blaspheming on the roof of the Tower, had been having a crowded hour of most inglorious life. He had started to descend at a furious pace, and his first misadventure was that he stumbled and dropped Dickson's pistol over the parapet. He tried to mark where it might have fallen in the gloom below, and this lost him precious minutes.
A little broken cry came from him and his death-white face hung down an instant from high up. Then, backing away, swaying from side to side, Nut Kut set his eyes on the man who followed his red eyes, blazing with red warning. The American animal trainer did not fail to understand; he paused. Slowly the great bronze trunk curled and cuddled about Horace Dickson's body and began to swing him.
Fire!" they found themselves out of their bunks and on their feet and wide-awake almost before the startling cry ceased to echo in the room. "Where, where is the fire?" they heard Conroyal asking excitedly, as they hurried into their trousers and heavy boots they had slept in their shirts. A moment later came a cry of horror from Ham in reply. "God in heaven!" he yelled. "It's Dickson's!
General Rutherford, with some Mecklenburg troops, crossed the Catawba river at Tuckaseege Ford, on the evening of the 19th of June, 1780, and camped at Colonel Joseph Dickson's plantation, three miles northwest of the ford. On the morning of the 20th, Gen.
The army which had set out 17,850 strong, Egyptian and Turkish regulars, according to Dickson's official information, beside several thousand irregulars, was reported by Mustapha, after its return and reorganization, as amounting to 6000 men.
Accordingly, still on his hands and knees, he set forth toward the sound of distant firing. He was indifferent as to whether it came from the enemy or his own people, but, as it chanced, he was picked up by a patrol of General Dickson's Brigade, who carried him to Pretoria. There the surgeons discovered that in his fall he had torn apart the muscles of the stomach and burst a blood-vessel.
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