Southern Buds And Sons Of War by William Henry WinslowSouthern Buds And Sons Of War by William Henry Winslow

Southern Buds And Sons Of War

byWilliam Henry Winslow

Paperback | February 5, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III. "Strike--till the last armed foe expires, Strike--for your altars and your fires I" Pearson passed the outer picket-line, crossed the railroad to the east and rode to the northward, making detours round lighted houses near the road. The mist of the morning was punctured by the staccato shots of skirmishers, and the clouds echoed occasionally the bass voices of cannon, roaring on the summer wind. The road ran through fields of cotton sticks, patches of corn-stalks, and over hills covered with hard-wood forest. He ignored the few foot travelers sauntering along the way; avoided mule-teams loaded with loot of abandoned houses, and took short cuts where the road bent. The " Ha do" that often greeted him had too much curiosity behind it to please him. The negroes around the verdureless door-yards seemed indifferent to his movements. He glanced scornfully at sporty bucks, smiled kindly upon respectful senility, and watched the surrounding country with an eagle eye. He was liable to encounter Federal cavalry on foraging expeditions anywhere. Once he saw a troop of blue-coats far to the left of the road, their arms glistening in the sunlight, their horses racing across the plantations towards the battle-field. He rode down the bed of a little stream that crossed the road, and hid himself in the canebrake and willows, and pulled and twisted his horse's tail to prevent him whinnying to the other horses. The cavalrymen watered their horses at the stream, and discussed his hot trail in the marginal mud. "One of our men has crossed lately, see the sharp imprint of the shoes," said one rider. Many of the Confederate horses were shoeless, because of a scarcity of iron. Pearson rode in the glaring sunlight and choking dust until after noon, but there were to...
Title:Southern Buds And Sons Of WarFormat:PaperbackDimensions:60 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.12 inPublished:February 5, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217997872

ISBN - 13:9780217997874