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Updated: June 16, 2025


You will work six hours on and six hours off. That's what we call a trick the six hours on, I mean. So you will have every other six hours to rest, or do anything you like; that is, after you have attended to the horses." "Horses!" repeated James, puzzled; for the animals attached to the boat at that moment were mules. "Some of our horses are mules," said Captain Letcher, smiling.

"Don't ask me too hard questions," said the boy. "I'll answer the best I know." Upon this Captain Letcher, taking a little time to think, began to question his young cousin in the different branches he had enumerated. The questions were not very hard, for the good captain, though he had taught school in Indiana, was not a profound scholar.

His immediate superiors knew his value, but the Confederate authorities, as their action proved, placed little dependence on his judgment, and in all probability set no special store upon his services. There was undoubtedly every chance, had not Governor Letcher intervened, that his resignation would have been accepted.

He might not be fit for a sailor yet, but he could prepare himself. He bethought himself of a cousin of his, by name Amos Letcher, who had not indeed arrived at the exalted position of captain of a schooner, but was content with the humbler position of captain of a canal-boat on the Ohio and Pennsylvania Canal. This seemed to James a lucky thought. "I will go to Amos Letcher," he said to himself.

"So you are," returned his cousin smiling "Well, what are your plans now?" "Can't you give me a place?" "What, on the canal?" "Yes cousin." "I suppose you think that would be the next thing to going to sea?" "It might prepare me for it." "Well," said Captain Letcher, good-naturedly, "I will see what I can do for you. Can you drive a pair of horses?" "Oh, yes." "Then I will engage you.

He had formed his own ideas of what was right to be done. "Look here, captain," he said, tapping Captain Letcher on the arm, "does this lock belong to us?" "I really suppose, according to law, it does not; but we will have it, anyhow." "No, we will not," replied the boy. "And why not?" asked the captain, naturally surprised at such a speech from his young driver.

It seems to us that a timely treatment of Governor Letcher in the same energetic way would have saved the disasters of Harper's Ferry and Norfolk, for disasters they were, though six months of temporizing had so lowered the public sense of what was due to the national dignity that people were glad to see the Government active at length, even if only in setting fire to its own house.

"What's the poor thing called?" someone inquired of the sentry. The sentry, being an Irishman, mistook the idiom. "He's called a Bull," said he, stroking the barrel of his rifle. "H'what the divvle else?" "But 'tis the man we mean." "Oh, he's called Letcher; sergeant; North Wilts." Letcher gulped down a mouthful of water and managed to sit up, pushing the butcher's arm aside.

Both bowmen were determined to be first, and neither was willing to yield. Both boats were near the lock, their head-lights shining as bright as day, and the spirit of antagonism reached and affected the crews of both. Captain Letcher felt called upon to interfere lest there should be serious trouble. He beckoned to his bowman. "Were you here first?" he asked.

The lieutenant in command pursued them as far as the road, when the recall was sounded near the fort, and they returned to the little village. Captain Letcher was in command of the platoon, and he had continued to retreat, believing that his pursuers were still following him.

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