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Hudson who had to return to Suakim that night before dark was ordered, with three regiments in line and advanced files, to cover McNeill and the working-party, while the commander himself went about encouraging the tired men, and urging them to increased exertion.
A Spanish subject by birth, and a Spaniard in all his upbringing, he traces in the first chapter of his Memoirs his descent from an old Highland family through one Manus McNeill, a Jacobite agent in the Court of Madrid at the time of the War of Succession, who married and settled at Aranjuez.
"My name is McNeill," said I; "but that's the end of my mother tongue." The Captain laughed again. "We've caught the other one, José," said he. And José helped me to my feet respectfully, I thought. "Now this," his master went on, as if talking to himself, "this explains a good deal." I guessed. "You mean that my presence has made the neighbourhood a trifle hot for you!"
The females range in height from 23 to 27, or even to 28 inches; and in weight from 50 to 70, or even 80 pounds. See also Richardson's 'Manual on the Dog, p. 59. Much valuable information on the Scottish deer-hound is given by Mr. McNeill, who first called attention to the inequality in size between the sexes, in Scrope's 'Art of Deer- Stalking. I hope that Mr.
Eoin McNeill, the able editor of the Irish Volunteer, is another interesting character, not only in view of the part he had taken to raise the revolutionary army, but also for the way, to use the words of John Dillon, "he broke its back" when he found out that they were to rise on that fatal Easter Monday though this did not save him from the vengeance of the law.
Lincoln, after going out of the grocery business, made his headquarters at Samuel Hill's store. There he kept the post-office, entertained the loungers, and on busy days helped Mr. Hill wait on customers. Mr. Hill is said to have once courted Ann Rutledge himself, but he did not receive the encouragement which was bestowed upon his partner, McNeill.
Is it true that a great many men of your regiment were killed and wounded at the battle fought by General McNeill?" "Quite true, madam," answered the sergeant, glancing at the daughter with some surprise; for Marion was gazing at him with an intensely anxious look and parted lips. "But, thank God, many were spared!"
Out of his rambling tale one or two certainties emerged. McNeill the celebrated McNeill was a prisoner; he had been taken on the 14th somewhere in the pass above Penamacor, and conveyed to Sabugal to await the French marshal's return. His servant was dead killed in trying to escape, or to help his master's escape. So much I sifted out of the mass of inaccuracies.
It is said by those who were present at the engagement that the officers of the 17th Bengal Infantry were heard to say that if their men had not given way, there would have been no "disaster" at all, and General McNeill instead of being accused of permitting himself to be surprised, would have got credit for a heroic defence against overwhelming odds.
There she was, the hobbled steed now of the phantom bandit who had accomplished the seemingly impossible. In spite of everything, however, the flying boat reached the shore a trifle ahead of us. As she did so both figures in her jumped, and one disappeared quickly up the bank, leaving the other alone. "Verplanck, McNeill get him," cried Kennedy, as our own boat grated on the beach.
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