fell-the

Updated: May 2, 2025

My father and brother both fell-the latter never to rise; but father, although he had received three bullets, staggered to his feet, an' follered along arter us, loadin' his rifle. Then began the race for life. It seemed to me that we flew over the ground, but the villains gained on us at every step. Just as we reached the woods, my father called out, ""Down down, every one of you!

Harry Castlemon - Frank, the Young Naturalist