A Cadet's Honor

A Cadet's Honor

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Excerpt: ...Poor Indian's fat, round eyes stared wider and rounder every minute; his equally round, red face grew redder, and his gasping exclamations more frequent and violent. Pg 139 "Bless my soul!" he cried, "what extraordinary proceedings!" "Ha! ha!" muttered the yearlings. "See, he trembles! Behold how the victim pales!" A short distance farther in the woods the party came upon a small clearing. "Just the spot!" cried Bull. "See the tree in the center. That is the stake, and to that we will tie him, while the smoke ascends to the clouds of heaven." "Just the spot!" echoed Baby, chuckling gleefully. "It is quiet," continued Bull, in a low, sepulchral tone. "Yes, and his cries of agony will be heard by none. Advance, wretched victim, and prepare to die the death which your savage ancestors did inflict upon our fathers. Advance!" "Advance!" growled the crowd. "Bless my soul!" cried the Indian. He was no more capable of advancing than he was of flying. His knees were shaking in violent terror. Great beads of perspiration rolled from the dimples in his fat little cheeks. Limp and helpless, he would have sunk to the ground, but for the support of his captors. "Advance!" cried Bull, again, stamping on the ground Pg 140 in mock impatience and rage. "Bodyguard, bring forth the wretch!" In response to this order several of the cadets dragged the unhappy plebe to the tree and held him fast against it. Bull Harris produced from under his coat a coil of rope, and Indian felt it being wrapped about his body. Up to this point he had been silent from sheer terror; but the feeling of the rough rope served to bring before him with startling reality the awfulness of the fate that was in store for him. He opened his mouth and forthwith gave vent to a cry so weird and unearthly that the yearlings burst out into a shout of laughter. It was no articulate cry, simply a wild howl. It rang and echoed through the woods, like the hoot of an owl at night, or the strange, half-human...show more

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  • Paperback | 50 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236721233
  • 9781236721235