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Updated: May 1, 2025
Close at hand, on the edge of the forest, our stacked muskets sparkled in the moonlight. In the distance on the left I could hear the "Qui vive," and on our front the "Wer da." Nearer to us, our sentinels stood motionless, up to their waists in the standing grain. Who goes there! French. Who goes there! German. I rose up softly and looked about me.
"Die mehrsten zieh'n einst wieder Zuruck in Siegerreih'n; Dann toen Jubellieder Dess' wird'ne Freude sein!" "Wie gluh'n davon die Herzen So froh und stark und weich. Wer fallt, der kann's verschmerzen, Der hat das Himmelreich!" It was the first song of liberty published in 1813: Mount! mount! for sacred freedom fight! The battle soon must be.
After a while though, a heavy flap, visible behind a grate built in stone near the castle gate, was raised with a crash, and in the opening appeared the bearded head of a German servant. "Wer da?" inquired a harsh voice. "Jurand of Spychow!" replied the knight. Immediately the flap was closed again and deep silence followed. Time passed.
"Lor' sakes, you're just the same, sir, as you were aboard the old Blazer twenty years ago!" said father, breaking into a regular horse- laugh, which he never did except something particularly funny tickled his fancy. "You allers gave your orders sharp as a youngster, and some of us used for to call you `Commander Jack' sometimes. Lor', I remembers it all as if it wer' but yesterday!"
When the fire was at its height Retief again addressed his taunting language to the man beside him, and Lablache writhed under the lash of that scathing tongue. "I've heerd tell you wer' mighty proud of this place of yours. Spent piles o' bills on it. Nothin' like circulatin' cash, I guess. Say now, how long did it take you to fix them shacks up?" No answer. Lablache was beyond mere words.
"If it's our boys we're all right. If it isn't " The sentence was never finished. Above the bank they saw a crowd of helmeted figures. A light was flashed into their faces, nearly blinding them, and a hoarse voice cried: "Wer da!" A score of hands reached down and grasped them. Unarmed, dripping, utterly exhausted, they found themselves in the hands of the soldiers of the Kaiser!
As soon as he recognized them he started. "What, Abel Whittle; is it that ye are heere?" said Farfrae. "Ay, yes sir! You see he was kind-like to mother when she wer here below, though 'a was rough to me." "Who are you talking of?" "O sir Mr. Henchet! Didn't ye know it? He's just gone about half-an-hour ago, by the sun; for I've got no watch to my name." "Not dead?" faltered Elizabeth-Jane.
wardress, but we managed, from time to time, to talk to our fellow prisoners with stealthiness. "We knew somethin' was goin' to happen," said one negro girl, "because Monday the close we had on wer' took off us an' we were giv' these old patched ones. We wuz told they wanted to take `stock, but we heard they wuz bein' washed fo' you-all suff'agettes."
As they assume a knowledge of existing law, they are often hard to understand. Here are some of the laws of Wessex: A.D. 690. "If any one sell his own countryman, bond or free, though he be guilty, over sea, let him pay for him according to his 'wer." As to "wer."
Shubin ran on before them to announce their arrival. 'The conquering hero Insarov will be here directly! he shouted triumphantly, going into the Stahovs' drawing-room, where there happened at the instant to be only Elena and Zoya. 'Wer? inquired Zoya in German. When she was taken unawares she always used her native language. Elena drew herself up.
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