Recollections of the United States Army; A Series of Thrilling Tales and Sketches

Recollections of the United States Army; A Series of Thrilling Tales and Sketches

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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. 1845 edition. Excerpt: ... the act of doing so, the door opened, and the woodman stood before them. " Mr. Upright," said the officer, " I have orders from the commandant, to leave you in possession of your house; as you are the only one, he believes, who has not infringed upon his orders; and he directs me to say to you, that you have his permission to trade and visit the fort, whenever it may suit your convenience. The woodman returned his grateful thanks to the officer, who, upon solicitation, dismounted, and partook of refreshment. The day was fast drawing to a close; the glorious sun, sinking in the far distant west, tipped the tops of the majestic oak, and gigantic cotton tree, and poured a flood of gorgeous, liquid light over a wild scene of surpassing majesty, magnificence, and beauty. Soothingly fell on the ear, the low, melancholy murmur of the forest trees, as they slowly and gracefully bent their lofty tops to the gentle influence of the playful evening winds; as if they mourned o'er the fates of their mighty ancestors, who reposed at their roots, in the grim decay of the Solemn Past. The great father of rivers courses on his winding way, as marked out by the great I Am, in the morning of creation. The dark Indian, silent and dejectedly, enters his lonely lodge to dream of, or perchance in imagination to give chase to the bounding deer, or more ponderous buffalo, in the perennial hunting-fields of the bright spirit land; or perhaps, to recall the remembrance of once loved hunting-grounds, and far-off lands, where repose the bones of his fathers, and where now the dreaded pale face hold his sway. THE DESERTERS So foul and fair a day I have not seen.--Macbeth. It was a lovely morning in June, 183-; not a cloud was seen to obscure the rays of the glorious sun, more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236656156
  • 9781236656155