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General Ord had joined Hurlbut on the 4th and being senior took command of his troops. This force encountered the head of Van Dorn's retreating column just as it was crossing the Hatchie by a bridge some ten miles out from Corinth. The bottom land here was swampy and bad for the operations of troops, making a good place to get an enemy into.
In each of the two main curves of Dorn's head that from the top of the brow downward over the nose, the lips, the chin and under, and that from the back of the head round under the ear and forward along the lower jaw in each of these curves Dorn excelled.
Selma looked at her with a frank, dismayed contrition, like a child that realizes it has done something very foolish. "Oh, I'm so horribly impulsive!" she cried. "It's always getting me into trouble. You don't know how I try Victor Dorn's patience though he never makes the least sign." She laughed up at Jane. "I wish you'd give me a whipping. I'd feel lots better."
It seemed impossible for Lenore to accept things as her father and friends did. Nevertheless, equally impossible was it not to be influenced by their practical minds. Because of her nervousness, of her overstrain, she had lost a good deal of her mental poise; and she divined that the only help for that was certainty of Dorn's fate. She could bear the shock if only she could know positively.
His father was whispering to the proprietor over the desk, and at Kurt's touch he glared his astonishment. "You here! What for?" he demanded, gruffly, in German. "I had to see you," replied Kurt, in English. "Did it rain?" was the old man's second demand, husky and serious. "The wheat is made, if we can harvest it," answered Kurt. The blaze of joy on old Dorn's face gave Kurt a twinge of pain.
"She likes it, now," whispered Arms, with a fond, proud glance at Ina. "Women all do," responded Carroll. "Well, I'd stand here a week if she wanted to, bless her," Arms whispered back, and turned with a successful grimace to acknowledge Mrs. Van Dorn's carefully worded congratulations.
He makes 'em up as he goes along." Edwards disagreed. He was a younger man than Lockwood, with an impressionable erudition. Like his co-workers he had been somewhat stampeded by Dorn's imitative faculties, faculties which enabled the former journalist to bombinate twice as loud in a void three times as great as any of his colleagues.
The Quaker's arms, as they enclosed Van Dorn, presented, upon the cuff of his coat, a large steel or metal button, and the ball from the tree, striking this, glanced, and entered Van Dorn's throat. "Aymé Guay!" Van Dorn muttered, and was thrown out of the window to the earth, all limp and huddled together, till John Sorden bore him off, muttering, "I loved him as I never loved A male."
It was Dorn's ordeal that his mentality robbed this hour of novelty and of adventure, that while his natural, physical fear incited panic and nausea and a horrible, convulsive internal retching, his highly organized, exquisitely sensitive mind, more like a woman's in its capacity for emotion, must suffer through imagining the infinite agonies that he might really escape.
The order of march is in pairs, a quarter to half a mile apart. If any man acts in anything without orders, or halloos upon the road, he may get this lash or he may get my knife." "Captain, where do we feed?" asked a small, wiry mulatto. "Water at Federalsburg," answered Van Dorn; "feed at the Punch Hall." They rode off in pairs at intervals of ten minutes; Van Dorn's vehicle went last.
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