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The New Englander sees this just as plainly as the Virginian, and both have an equal pride in thinking that Cavalier and Roundhead are fighting the old battle once more.
It needs but a few days' sojourn in an Eastern city by a Western man to realize how sublimely ignorant the New Englander is concerning at least three-fourths of his native land.
"Ah, well," calculates M. Radisson, "the ship and the fort are worth something! When we've taken them, Ben can go. Nine lives for each man, did you say?" "A hundred, if you like," boasts the New Englander, letting fly a broadside of oaths at the Frenchman's slur. "A hundred men with nine lives, if you like! We've powder for all!" "Ben!" M. Radisson rose. "Two men are in the fort now!
"If ever a man was snatched from the jaws of death," he said, "I am that man." "And I am another," added Jared Long, who approached in the gloom. "It seems to me like a veritable miracle." The New Englander explained that, after his furious dash for shelter from the building, he did not believe his chances were any better than those of the man he left behind him.
"You, my friend," turning to the man on the other side of him, "I should say you are from Chicago?" Again he was right. The other two men got interested. "And you are from Boston?" he asked the third man. "That's right, too," said the New Englander. "And you from Philadelphia, I should say?" to the last man.
He runs away, after displaying unusual determination in dealing with a prying Englander whose fate should be a lesson to all who interfere in other people's business and goes to Germany, leaving poor old Clubfoot in the lurch. You must admit, Herr Doktor, that I have been hardly used by yourself as well as by another person?" My throat was dry with anxiety.
What a wicked thing of the Englander to shell an "undefended" town! The search-lights and the huge gun positions and the maze of trenches, barbed wire and machine-gun emplacements hewn out of the living rock, of course, to the Teuton mind, do not constitute defence. But you must not think that we have had it all our own way in this sea-warfare here.
And the man who was finally chosen to replace Vail was in many respects the appropriate leader for such a preparatory period. Hudson John Elbridge Hudson was the name of the new head of the telephone people. He was a man of middle age, born in Lynn and bred in Boston; a long-pedigreed New Englander, whose ancestors had smelted iron ore in Lynn when Charles the First was King.
The side of the man who was changed, and the side of the woman who prayed. He is a New Englander, by birth and breeding, now living in this western state: almost a giant physically, keen mentally, a lawyer, and a natural leader. He had the conviction as a boy that if he became a Christian he was to preach. But he grew up a skeptic, read up and lectured on skeptical subjects.
And with that womanly gesture which has been the same through the ages she put up her hand; deftly tucking in the stray wisp behind. She glanced at the New Englander, against whom she had been in strange rebellion since she had first seen him. His face, thinned by the summer in town, was of the sternness of the Puritan. Stephen's features were sharply marked for his age.
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