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He was never more dangerous to an enemy, than when he seemed quietly in camp. His camp, indeed, was frequently a lure, by which to tempt the Tories into unseasonable exposure. The post at Snow's Island gave him particular facilities for this species of warfare. He had but to cross a river, and a three hours' march enabled him to forage in an enemy's country.
"Well, seems to me, nigh as I can recollect, that we took the left-hand road. No, I ain't sure but 'twas the right-hand. There's a bare chance that it might have been the middle one, 'cause there was trees along both sides. I know we was goin' to Becky Snow's weddin' " "Trees 'long it! There ain't nothin' BUT trees for two square miles around these diggin's. Git dap, you!
"No, he ain't come yet. And Heman ain't here, neither. Hello! there's Tad. Looks happy, seems to me." Captain Dimick stood up to inspect Mr. Simpson. "Humph!" he muttered. "Well, unless my count's wrong, he ain't got much to be happy about. 'Lonzo Snow's with him. Tad does look sort of joyful, don't he? Them that laughs last laughs best.
Anecdotes, first series, p. 30. It was while Marion was lying with his main force at the camp at Snow's Island, that two circumstances occurred which deserve mention, as equally serving to illustrate his own and the character of the warfare of that time and region.
At one moment she was hanging over Graeme's chair, at the next, kneeling at Mrs Snow's side; and all the time with a face so radiant that even Will noticed it, and begged to be told the secret of her delight. The truth was, Rose was having a little private jubilation of her own.
Does she whip you?" The child's black eyes flashed. "She daren't. Father wouldn't let her. She gives me stints, and sends me to bed." "The Turk!" exclaimed Harry. "Run away from her, and come and bide with us." "Hush, Harry," said Graeme, softly, "grandma is Mr Snow's mother." There was a pause. In a little Emily spoke for the first time of her own accord.
After a time, the clock on the mantel ticking loud among us, John Snow called out: "Come in!" I remember how Hugh Glynn stepped within the door of John Snow's kitchen that night, and how he bent his head to step within; and, bending his head, took off his cap; and how he bowed to John Snow, Mrs.
That being done, he and I back again home, where I met with my father and mother going to my cozen Snow's to Blackwall, and had promised to bring me and my wife along with them, which we could not do because we are to go to the Dolphin to-day to a dinner of Capt. Tayler's.
And was there one word in the whole letter that showed a spark of true love? Did not the footfall of Madeline Staveley's step as she passed along the passage go nearer to his heart than all the outspoken assurance of Mary Snow's letter? Nevertheless he had undertaken to do this thing, and he would do it, let the footfall of Madeline Staveley's step be ever so sweet in his ear.
Mrs Nasmyth made no answer, for the sound of the bairns' voices came in at the open door, and in a minute Marian entered. "Where have you been, dear? I fear you have wearied yourself," said Janet, tenderly. "We have only been down at Mr Snow's barn watching the threshing. But, indeed, I have wearied myself." And sitting down on the floor at Janet's feet, she laid her head upon her lap.
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