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"The others are first-rate though a heap of them are powerfully young." "Thar's Billy Maydew, for instance," said Sairy. "Sho! Billy is too young to go " "All the cadets have gone from Lexington, remarked the man on horseback. They've gone to Richmond to act as drill-masters every boy of them with his head as high as General Washington's! I was at Lexington and saw them go.
Thou shalt be decked with jewels, like a queen, Sought in those bowers of green Where loop the clustered vines And the close-clinging dulcamara twines, Pure pearls of Maydew where the moonlight shines, And Summer's fruited gems, And coral pendants shorn from Autumn's berried stems.
He's most gotten over getting angry and it becomes him beautifully Darling Chloe What're you coming into it for, Billy Maydew? 'Don't tease him! My son, he loves to be teased. All lovers love to be teased. Darling Chloe. It is Sunday morning. The swans are warbling your name and so are half a dozen pesky Yankee Parrotts.
"I'll make a stand at the cross-roads yonder. Atwell shall plant the guns and give them canister. It is nearly night if we could hold them off one hour " Richard Cleave, pressing very close with his skirmishers, lost sight of the blue infantry now behind an orchard-clad undulation. "Billy Maydew! come climb this tree and tell me what you see." Billy went up the roadside locust like a squirrel.
"So she thought she ought not to come to-day. Had there been strong reason, many people dependent upon her, she would have come." "Poor Christianna poor wild rose!... It's ghastly, this war! There is nothing too small and harmless for its grist." "I agree with you. Nothing too great; nothing too small. Nothing too base, as there is nothing too noble." "Isham Maydew!
Three bands of red thar," he drew a long finger across his sleeve, "air my ambition. I reckon then Christianna and all the Thunder Run girls would stop saying 'Billy. They'd say 'Sergeant Maydew. An artillery sergeant's got to be head in ciphering, and he's got to be able to read words of mor'n one one " "Syllable." "That's it.
With all of these he returned to the head of the main street, and about the moment the cavalry at the bridge divided, succeeded in getting his forces admirably placed in a strong defensive position: Coffin and Billy Maydew joined just as an outpost brought a statement that about two hundred Yankee cavalry were coming up the street.
Again the earthwork blazed and rang, and again the colour-bearer fell, pitching forward, shot through the heart. Billy Maydew caught the colours. "Thar's a durned sharpshooter a-settin' in that thar tree! Dave, you pick him off." Again the bank blazed. A western regiment was behind it, a regiment of hunters and marksmen.
She looked tired and discouraged, and she set the carpet-bag down on the worn brick pavement and waited until the two ladies came near. "Please, could you tell me " she began in a soft, drawling voice, which broke suddenly. "Oh, it's Mrs. Cleave! it's Mrs. Cleave! Oh! oh!" "Christianna Maydew! Why, Christianna!" Christianna was crying, though evidently they were joyful tears.
I was at school with George. Charmin' fellow, old George." In Mrs. Bellew's eyes something seemed to stir down in the depths, but young Maydew was looking at his glove. The handle of the carriage had left a mark that saddened him. "You know him well, I suppose, old George?" "Very well." "Some fellows, if they have a good thing, keep it so jolly dark. You fond of racin', Mrs. Bellew?"
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