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They had crossed the ravine into the very mouths of the Northern guns, but now they were driven back into the ravine and across it. Cannon and rifles rained missiles upon them there, and they withdrew into the woods, while for the first time in all that long day a shout of triumph rose from the Union lines. Another lull came in the battle. "What are they doing now, Dick?" asked the Vermonter.
Then the wasted figure of his father rose in his mind, and his tears blinded him. Amos stood watching him, trying to read his thoughts. He saw the tears glistening on Oliver's lashes, but he misunderstood the cause. Only the practical side of the situation appealed to the Vermonter at the moment.
"The chances are ninety per cent in our favor," said the Vermonter, "that we'll ride into Nashville without a fight. I've never been in Tennessee before, and I'm a long way from home, but I'm curious to see this city. I'd like to sleep in a house once more." They rode into Nashville the next morning amid frowning looks, but the half deserted city offered no resistance.
In accordance with human nature he and the boy officers who were his good comrades talked together, but their sentences were short and broken. "Marching toward a court house," said Pennington. "What'll we do when we get there? Lawyers won't help us." "Not so much marching toward a court house as marching away from Jackson," said the Vermonter. "We'll march back again," said Dick hopefully.
The man who gambles is compelled, as a rule, to associate with a class of men who have no standing in respectable society. He places himself on their level. Now, you, Ephraim, would not care to be estimated on the same level as Casper Silence. He's not a man you would invite to your home, introduce to your wife, and dine with at your table." "Not by a blamed sight!" growled the Vermonter.
In command of the squadron was Admiral George Dewey, a Vermonter, who served with Farragut and had his baptism of fire at the forts below New Orleans.
Derry had a bat that was as long and as large as the regulations would permit, and as heavy as lead; yet, despite the weight of the stick, the strapping Vermonter handled it as if it were a feather. Frank sent up a coaxer, but Derry refused to be coaxed. The second ball was high, but Derry cracked it for two bags, and Hinkley got around to third.
The note was deep and solemn and seemed to Prescott to hold a threat. Its effect upon the Vermonter was remarkable. He straightened his thin, lean figure until he stood as stiff as a ramrod. Then dropping his rifle, he raised his hand and gave the cannon an invisible salute. "This army never retreats again," he said. "You hear me, Johnny Reb, the Army of the Potomac never goes back again.
"Give me all the particulars, Gallup." Ephraim did so. When the Vermonter had finished, Merry drew a deep breath. "You can't afford to lose that bet, Gallup," he said. "What are you going to do with the money if you win?" "Do with it? Dad birn it, I'll burn it up!" "That would be still more foolish. If you lose, you will be down to bed rock again." "Yes, I'll be jest abaout the same as busted."
"I turned to a tall, stout Vermonter," he continued very slowly, tracing a pattern on the rug with the point of the scabbard, "who was badly wounded in both thighs, but he held up his hands and begged me to help others first who needed it more than he.
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