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But one of those in front was Macintosh, for whom the wilful waste of a bullet was almost an impossibility, frugality and marksmanship combining to render the task painful to his feelings. He prided himself on his shooting, and did not like even to appear to make a miss.
Let the others keep straight down the valley." And, heading these, Hector galloped on, shouting to MacIntosh to harness what teams there were to some of the guns and take them up to the top of the road, and then bring the horses back for some more. For two hours the pursuit continued.
Thornton shrugged his shoulders. "There isn't any gang," he said, speaking as a man who knew. "It's one man with a confederate here and there maybe to keep him here. Every job that has been pulled off yet was a one man job." Blackie polished his bar and shook his head. "Jed Macintosh got cleaned out night before last," he retorted. "He'd made a clean-up right in here playin' stud.
The point where the road reached the plateau was some three hundred yards from the gateway, and as Hector galloped towards the walls it was evident that he was recognized, for shouts were raised by the men on guard and the drawbridge over the fosse cut in the solid rock along the foot of the wall was lowered. As he rode across it the gate swung open and MacIntosh ran out to meet him.
Johnson and Franklin, Scott, Coleridge, and Southey, Byron and Montgomery, Macintosh and Macaulay, have exerted their philosophical acumen and poetic feeling to analyze his various spell, and account for his unequalled fame; and though the round-cornered copies, with their diverting woodcuts, have not disappeared from the poor man's ingle, illustrated editions blaze from the shelves of every sumptuous library, new pictures, from its exhaustless themes, light up the walls of each annual exhibition; and amidst the graceful litter of the drawing-room table, you are sure to take up designs from the Pilgrim's Progress.
"What fun it would be to go out shooting, and get a thousand dollars for every man you bagged." "Aye, that would make a man hold straight, if anything would," said Macintosh. And there were a few spurts of talk like that, but mostly they plodded on in silence.
Chief Menewa was asked to consent; he ruled, by reason of his wisdom and his scars. Finally he saw no other way than to order the deed done, for the Creek law was plain. On the morning of May 1 he took a party of warriors to the Chief Macintosh house, and surrounded it. There were some white Georgians inside.
"And then you will tell her, will you not?" "I shall not mind telling her when you have taken it back. I was afraid to tell her before! It was to pay you back that I asked Mrs. Macintosh to take me for parlor-maid." "Then you were not in service before?" "No, sir. You see, my mother thought I could earn my bread in a way we should both like better."
In due time he again opposed Chief Macintosh, and won out. For in 1825 Macintosh was bribed by the white people to urge upon his nation the selling of the last of their lands in Georgia. He signed the papers, so did a few other chiefs; but the majority, thirty-six in number, refused. Only some three hundred of the Creeks were parties to the signing away of the land of the whole nation.
Although ten or twelve of the leading rank of the insurgents had fallen, there was no pause among the others, and they rushed forward to the hedge of pikes. "Take charge here, MacIntosh; I will run and get the stones at work." In half a minute he stood by the side of the tenants. "Heave then down!" he said. He had chosen a spot where the rock rose perpendicularly above the road.
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