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Updated: May 15, 2025
The year before Perry married, him and me was in the same ranger company and we fought that outfit down on the San Miguel, and brought back Ben Trimble and two others for murder. "'We can't get out, says I. 'We'll have to stay in here till they leave. "Perry looked at his watch. "'Twenty-five to seven, says he. 'We can finish that game. I got two men on you. It's your move, Buck.
Trimble had drawn the "bulldog's" teeth. The Confederates had reached the outskirts of the wood. They were a mile in advance of the batteries in the centre; and the Federal position, commanding a tract of open ground, was strong in itself and strongly held. A general counterstroke was outside the scope of Jackson's designs. He had still Shields to deal with.
We'll lay aboard this bloody blow-hard of a Cap'n Teach whilst he's a-buryin' of it. Here may well be where he has tucked away his other plunder. What if we bag the whole of it?" "One more fling, eh, Trimble, and more gold than ye lugged on your back from Guayaquil," grinned young Bill. They had spoken in cautious tones and now held their tongues.
He had once seen in a book a picture of a fox, and this animal looked just like the picture. "Yes, that's a fox sure enough, and I guess it's the one that's been taking my chickens!" cried Mr. Trimble. "I wish I had my gun! I'd shoot the critter!" He picked up a stone, and threw it at the fox, but did not hit the running animal. Then something queer happened.
He took down his hat as he spoke, and brought Art up to one of those general shops that are to be found in every country town like Ballykeerin. "Mr. Trimble," said he, "Art Maguire wants a plain substantial suit o' clothes, that will be chape an' wear well, an' I'll be accountable for them; Art, sir, has taken the pledge, an' is goin' to turn over a new lafe, an' be as he wanst was, I hope."
The captain's boat was ready and they tumbled in, two wayfarers of the sea who were as lean and sun-dried as the buccaneers of old Trimble Rogers' fond memories. Hardships had seasoned and weathered them like good ash staves. On the wharf was Uncle Peter Forbes and Governor Johnson and a concourse of townspeople drawn by the joyous signals flown from the brigantine.
Late in the afternoon, after an attack on his rear-guard at Welford's Mill had been repulsed by Trimble, reinforced by Hood, Jackson, under a lowering sky, reached the ruined bridge at the Sulphur Springs. Only a few of the enemy's cavalry had been descried, and he at once made preparations to effect the passage of the Rappahannock.
"Polly Ann," said he, "what be you about now?" "Gran'pa," said she, "here's Davy Trimble, who's a good boy, and his pa is just killed by the Cherokees along with Baskin, and he wants work and a home, and he's comin' along with us." "All right, David," answered Mr. Ripley, mildly, "ef Polly Ann says so, you kin come. Whar was you raised?" I told him on the upper Yadkin.
I've always heard the saying, 'What's everybody's business is nobody's business, an' I've come to believe it." "Now, don't you, 'Becca. You've happened on a kind of a poor time with us, but we've got more belongings than you see here, an' a good large cluset, where we can store those things there ain't room to have about. You an' Miss Trimble have happened on a kind of poor day, you know.
To their surprise it presently widened and was like a tiny lagoon, with the water much clearer as if fed by springs. The view was less broken and there were glimpses of dry knolls in the swamp and verdure not so noxious and tanglesome. Along the edge of this pretty pond skimmed the pirogue while Trimble Rogers keenly scanned every inch of it for the imprint of a boat's keel.
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