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Updated: June 16, 2025
A captain of the 4th Alabama, hoarse with shouting, found voice once more. "God! We aren't beaten! Talk of Birnam wood! The stone wall's coming!" Up and out of the ravine, widening like an opening fan, pressed the disordered troops. The plateau was covered by chaos come again. Officers, raging, shouted orders, ran to and fro, gesticulated with their swords.
"No, you say? Oh," he laughed, "the wall's too high." Paula looked at the wall. It was certainly high, but he knew very well from past exploits that the height would not bother her. "No," she said, "I'm not afraid to jump.
"Aaron Wall's Magnificent Double Show," repeated Agnes, carefully. "There was another came Twomley & Sorter's Herculean Circus and Menagerie; but we didn't see that one." The boy listened as though he considered the answer of some importance. At the end he sighed. "No; I never went to a circus," he repeated. "But you're just wonderful," Agnes declared. "I never saw a boy like you."
As they worked she panted out disjointed bits of information: "There's a man just come in here tellin' me there's fires, a lot of 'em, all started together. And he says there's houses down over on Minna and Tehama streets and people under them. Did you know the back wall's out of that new hotel? Fell clear across the court. I saw it go from my room just a smash and a cloud of dust."
"The wall's kind of thin, for this room was part of the other once, but they're a quiet couple, I guess: and if you're quiet, too, you won't trouble each other. They're friends of a gentleman boarder we've had for some time, and they've been here to call on him, though they've never stayed before. I want 'em to be comfortable, so stir around as little as you can in the morning.
A warrior stalked proudly past, ignoring both his disgraced brother and the sentries that paced the high board walk at the wall's top. Two Indian lads approached, chattering to each other over the heart-shaped horn tops they were swinging on buckskin strings, and tarried a moment to scoff. Squaw Charley paid no heed to either brave or boys. His face was hidden, his eyes shut.
Even when the wall is not thus banded through its whole height, it frequently becomes expedient to lay a course of stone, or at least of more carefully chosen materials, at regular heights; and such belts or bands we may call String courses. These are a kind of epochs in the wall's existence; something like periods of rest and reflection in human life, before entering on a new career.
The figure paused for a second or two, then unbarred the lower flap of the door and advanced across the wall's shadow to the centre of the bright grass-plat under the window. It was the figure of a young woman. Her head was bare and her sleeves turned up to the elbows. She wore no cloak or wrap to cover her from the night air, and her short-skirted, coarse frock was open at the neck.
"Why, the outer wall's washed away," said Van Diemen." Are they in real danger?" asked Annette, her teeth chattering, and the cold and other matters at her heart precluding for the moment such warmth of sympathy as she hoped soon to feel for them. She was glad to hear her father say: "Oh! they're high and dry by this time. We shall find them in the town And we'll take them in and comfort them.
Scales, a little awe in his voice, too, "that that should be left there like that! I suppose it's very deep." "Some of them are," she trembled. "I must just have a look," he said, and put his hands on the top of the wall. "Come away!" she cried. "Oh! It's all right!" he said again, soothingly. "The wall's as firm as a rock." And he took a slight spring and looked over. She shrieked loudly.
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