Cavalry Curt, Vol. 1
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| Partner: | buecher.de |
| Hersteller: | Forgotten Books (Browne, G. Waldo) |
| Stand: | 2015-08-04 03:50:33 |
Produktbeschreibung
Excerpt from Cavalry Curt, Vol. 1: Or, the Wizard Scout of the Army "Halt! who comes there?" Time: Daybreak on the morning of May 6th, 1864. Scene: A wild, broken area of country in northern Georgia. Actors: In the foreground, a horseman and a drowsy sentinel roused to a sense of his duty by the sound of the approaching rider; in the background, a score or more of Con federate calvary - men springing from their blankets at the warning of danger. A rifle had sprung to the shoulder of the startled sentry, and the sharp click of a lock followed his ringing challenge. The foam-flecked steed of the on-comer was hurled back upon its haunches by the iron hold laid upon its bit. "Who comes there?" repeated the ominous tone of the man in gray." "A friend to the loyal," answered the horseman. "Advance, friend, and give the countersign." "Freedom!" As the single word left the strangers lips, he plunged the rowels deep into his horses quivering flank, when like an arrow shot from a bow he bounded forward. The movement was so sudden that before the surprised sentry could discharge his weapon the rider was upon him. The report of his rifle followed, but the bullet flew wide of its mark, and he was hurled to the earth. "On, Wildbird, on!" cried the reckless rider, his words drowned by the sounds of his flying steeds iron heel. The amazed cavalrymen had gained their feet. "Stop him, boys!" cried their leader. "´Tis one of Sherman´s scouts!" The valley was narrow here. Upon the right, looking south, rose abruptly the rugged heights. On the left, a spur of the mountain range had a more gradual ascent. The escaping horseman was forced to pause within a short distance of his enemies - so near in fact that his white face shone plainly in the starlight. "Fire!" rang out the cavalry chief´s wild command. A volley of bullets whistled around the fugitive´s head. He was seen to reel in his saddle, but his flight was unchecked. "S´ death! there he goes!" exclaimed the Confederate leader. "Quick! follow me!" As one the twenty men sprang forward to intercept the fugitive´s flight? Owing to a curve in the valley the horseman could not pursue a straight course. Thus at the moment when his escape seemed certain he found his retreat en off. He was hemmed in. As yet he had not fired a shot. His assailants were now so close upon him that his rifle was useless save as a club. If he realized his hopeless situation he did not hesitate in his headlong course. "On, Wildbird, on!" Like a Centaur he swept into the midst of his foes. Some were hurled right and left. The foremost seized the bridle of the plunging horse. "Hold up there, you Yankee devil!" "Never!" rang out the sham retort, and the other was felled to the earth. "On, Wildbird, on!" The path was blocked. In vain the noble brute struggled to free himself. Three of the sentinels were clinging to its bridle and the plunging steed was stopped. Others of the assailants were trying to pull the rider from his seat.
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