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the account given by Mr. Lamon in his Life of Lincoln:

鈥淥ne day, during these many marches and counter-marches, an old Indian found his way into the camp, weary, hungry, 鏉窞澶滅敓娲婚緳鍑?and helpless. He professed to be a friend of the whites; and, although it was an exceedingly perilous experiment for one of his color, he ventured to throw himself upon the mercy of the soldiers. But the men first murmured, and then broke out into fierce cries for his blood.

鈥?鈥榃e have come out to fight the Indians,鈥檣74} said they, 鈥榓nd by G鈥攚e 鏉窞涓濊璋冩暀 intend to do it!鈥?

鈥淭he poor Indian, now in the extremity of his distress and trouble, did what he ought to have done before: he threw down before 鏉窞涓嶆瑙勭殑瓒虫荡搴楄繕鏈夊悧 his assailants a soiled and crumpled paper which he implored them to read before his life was taken. It was a letter of character and safe conduct from Gen. Cass, pronouncing him a faithful man, who had done good service in the cause for which this army was enlisted. But it was too late; the men refused to read it, or thought it a forgery, 鏉窞鍝佽尪澶滅綉 and were rushing with fury upon the defenceless old savage, when Capt. Lincoln bounded between them and their appointed victim.

鈥?鈥楳en,鈥?said he, and his voice for a moment stilled the agitation around him, 鈥榯his must not be done; he must not be shot and killed by us.鈥?

鈥?鈥楤ut,鈥?said some of them, 鈥榯he Indian is a spy.鈥?

鈥淟incoln knew that his own 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇涓€鏉¢緳 life was now in only less danger than that of the poor creature that cowered behind him. During the whole of this scene Capt. Lincoln seemed to 鏉窞姘寸枟spa rise to an unusual height of stature. The towering form, the passion and resolution in his face, the physical power and terrible will exhibited in every motion{75} of his body, every gesture of his arm, produced an effect upon the furious mob as unexpected perhaps to him as to any one else. They paused, listened, fell back, and then sullenly obeyed 鏉窞鍝佽尪缇庡コ缇?what seemed to be the voice of reason as well as authority. But there were still some murmurs of disappointed rage and half-suppressed exclamations, which 鏉窞妗戞嬁qq缇?looked toward vengeance of some kind. At length


one of the men, a little bolder than the rest, but evidently feeling that he spoke for the whole, cried out:

鈥?鈥楾his is cowardly on your part, 鏉窞灏忎斧澶磋冻娴存瑙勫悧 Lincoln!鈥?

鈥淲hereupon the tall Captain鈥檚 figure stretched a few inches higher again. He looked down upon these varlets who would have murdered a 鏉窞澶滅敓娲绘澀宸炵櫨鑺卞潑 defenceless old Indian and now quailed before his single hand, with lofty contempt. The oldest of his acquaintances, even Bill Green, who saw him grapple Jack Armstrong and defy the bullies at his back, never saw him so much aroused before.

鈥?鈥業f any man thinks I am a coward, let him test it,鈥?said he.

鈥?鈥楲incoln,鈥?responded a new voice, 鈥榶ou 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇qq缇?are stronger and heavier than we are.鈥檣76}

鈥?鈥楾his you can guard against; choose your weapons,鈥?returned the rigid Captain.

鈥淲hatever may be said of Mr. 鏉窞鍝佽尪涓婅寰俊 Lincoln鈥檚 choice of means for the preservation of military discipline, it was certainly very effectual in this case. There was no more disaffection in his camp, and the wor

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as doves, to be cautious and do all the good that we could to the red men, and said that God would bless us. He also said, “I do not know which to appoint for the leader, Brother Brown or Brother Bullock. They are both good men, but as Brother Bullock is the eldest, he may have more experience.” He then blessed us, and promised me in my blessing that

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angels should go before 鏉窞鎸夋懇濂冲浘鐗?me, the visions of the Lord should be open to my view, and no weapon that was raised against me should prosper, but that I should go forth in the power and demonstration of the Lord God, and be mighty in gathering Israel. Then he further instructed the party, and turned again to me, pronouncing more blessings in line with those he had given. Elder Hyde then started on his return trip home, and we prepared ourselves as speedily as consistent for our expedition into a country mostly unknown to us.

April 11th and 12th were blustery, and there was snow. A reaction of spirit 鏉窞澶滅綉鐧捐姳鍧?took place among the brethren of the camp, or probably it would be more proper to say that another spirit came upon the camp鈥攁 spirit of great discontent. For a time it seemed as if it would break up the mission, but finally it was overcome, and all went well 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇涓€鏉¢緳 again.

On the 13th of April we set out on our journey, and went to Green River the first day, through rain and sleet part of the time. At Green River we found about thirty of the roughest kind of mountain men, engaged in drinking, gambling and carousing. Some Frenchmen, Mexicans or “Greasers,” Indians, half-breeds, and some Americans of a low class, associated there, and insisted on us dining with them, and were very hospitable. They warned us not to venture any farther in the direction that we were going, saying that if we did so we would not return alive鈥攖hat there would 鏉窞娲楁荡涓績600闅忎究鐜?not be a “grease spot” left of us. This statement corresponded with what we had heard before, yet it did not deter us. There were in the crowd, Joshua Terry, also four Spaniards from the west, bound for Taos, New Mexico. They joined us, and we crossed the river, which was so deep that it was all that we possibly could do to ford it. The venture was harder than we expected it to be, but we succeeded, and struck out for the head of Bitter Creek, via Pilot Butte, making all the distance consistent with the condition of our animals. When we reached Bitter Creek, we followed up to the head, then bore to the southeast, crossing a high, dry country, for two days without water, then came in sight of a small herd of buffalo.

The Mexicans, with Ward and Davis, gave chase to the herd, while Bullock and I kept on our course with the pack 鏉窞娲楁荡鍏ㄥ浣撻獙 animals, guided across the plains by mountain peaks and openings in the range of mountains. The hunters did not rejoin us until the latter part of the next day. They succeeded in killing one poor buffalo bull, and were so thirsty that they opened the tripe and drank the liquid it contained, to save their lives, for they were so far gone as not to be able to bring any portion of the carcass to camp. That day we came across a shallow pool of water, where we rested a sho

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how little she had read

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of the famous First Book. A porter came blundering into the midst of the colloquy with her trunk on a hook over his shoulder. This placed a period to the examination, for now the protostylarion fussed with his hands, said 鈥淎h, ah,鈥?two or three times 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇浼氭墍 more, then to the guards; 鈥淵ou are released.鈥?

As the pair filed out, he drew from his desk a large ledger and a sheet of blue-colored paper, pointed his quill and said; 鈥淵ou鈥攕wear鈥攖hat鈥攚hatever鈥攐f鈥攖he鈥擜rt鈥攜ou鈥攈ave鈥攑racticed鈥攊n鈥攖he鈥攑ast鈥攜ou鈥攚ill鈥攁bandon鈥攚ith鈥攁ll鈥攚orldly鈥攙anities鈥攐n鈥攔eception鈥攊nto鈥攖he鈥攈igh鈥攐rder鈥攐f鈥攖he鈥擬yonessae,鈥?all in one breath. 鏉窞鐗规畩SPA Then, more judicially:

鈥淵our name is鈥斺€?

鈥淟alette鈥斺€?(should she say 鈥淚ssensteg?鈥?
鈥淎h, you made an evasion! The God of love demands all truth from those who come to him.鈥?

She felt a cheek-spot heat at this nagging. 鈥淎sterhax. I have given you nothing but truth. If you doubt it I will return to the ship that brought me.鈥?

鈥淥h no, oh no, my dear demoiselle, you must not mistake. All pasts are buried in the world of 鏉窞瓒虫荡tt love.鈥?

鈥淲ell, I have done that.鈥?

鈥淎nd they will welcome you, I 鏉窞鍗婂搴楀満am sure, my dear demoiselle. Oh, the perfect peace.鈥?His pen went scratch, scratch, skipping from ledger to paper, the head cocked on one side as he surveyed the result from one angle, then another, as an artist might look at a drawing, and his smile approved. A fly buzzed in the room.

鈥淪o. Demoiselle Lalette, you are now registered of the honorable estate of the Myonessae in the service of the God of love.鈥?He trotted around the desk to hand her the paper, with a red seal on it.鏉窞姘寸(璁哄潧 鈥淩est here, rest here, I will seek a porter to lead you to the couvertine.鈥?

(What would he say if he knew I am a murderess? she thought, and followed this with a quickly-suppressed flash of anger at Tegval for having made her one.) The protostylarion came back with a porter who grinned at her fine new dress and picked up the trunk. 鈥淔arewell, 鏉窞婊ㄦ睙鍖哄缃?farewell,鈥?said the little man, waving from where he sat. 鈥淵ou will hardly need a carriage, it is not far.鈥?He was writing again as Lalette followed the porter through the door.

A little recovered from her chagrins, she

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turned eyes about the street to see what this strange law of the Prophet had made of the country that was to be her new home. The streets seemed wider than those in most of the cities of the ancient motherland, but the new life would have little to do with that, nor with the height of the buildings, which mostly gave red brick for Netznegon鈥檚 gloomy dark stone. The shop-windows 鏉窞鎸夋懇浠锋牸 were full of goods; Lalette could hardly pause to inspect, but from the distance, they had an air of meretriciousness and false luxury. All the people seemed to be in a great hurry; Lalette began to wonder what they would do if she put a 鏉窞瓒崇枟搴楁渶澶氱殑鍦ㄥ摢閲?small witchery on one of these urgent passengers to make him stand like a post鈥攖hen shuddered away from the thought.

The porter turned a corner and they were at the gate of what had

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The final development of this three-cylinder radial was the 鈥榊鈥?type of engine, in which the cylinders were regularly disposed at 120 degrees apart; the bore was 4?1, stroke 4?7 inches, and the power developed was 30 brake horse-power at 1,300 revolutions per minute.

Critchley鈥檚 list of aero engines being constructed in 1910 shows twelve of the radial type, with powers of between 14 and 100 horse-power, and with from three to ten cylinders鈥攖his last is probably the greatest number of cylinders that can be successfully arranged 鏉窞鍊惧煄浼氭墍 in circular form. Of the twelve types of 1910, only two were water-cooled, and it is to be noted that these two ran at the slowest speeds


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give room for all that he’s stowin’ away.”

“Harry Joslyn 鏉窞瓒虫荡瀵绘ml ‘s runnin’ nose-and-nose with him. There ain’t the width o’ their forelocks difference. Harry’s yelled for more beans at the same second that Gid has. In fact, not one of ’em has lagged. They’re a great gang, I tell you, but I wouldn’t 鏉窞娲楁荡鐨勫湴鏂?want to board any one of ’em for six bits a week.”

Maj. Oglesvie came up.

“Serg’t Klegg,” said he, “the Quartermaster says that he’s got a train load of ammunition to send forward, but he’s scarce of guards. I


thought of your squad. Don’t you think you could take charge of it? I don’t imagine there is much need of a guard, for things have been pretty quiet down the road for some weeks. Still, it isn’t right to send off so important a train without any protection.”

“Only be too glad of the dooty, sir,” answered Si, saluting. “It’ll give the 鏉窞妗戞嬁涓績鐗规湇 boys something to think of besides hanging guerrillas. Besides,


they’re just crazy to git hold o’ guns. Where kin I git muskets for ’em?”

“March them right over to that shed there,” said the Major, “and the Quartermaster will issue them muskets and equipments, which you can turn over again when you 鏉窞妗戞嬁ml reach Chattanooga. Good-by. I hope you’ll have a pleasant trip. Remember me to the boys of the old brigade and tell them I’ll be with them before they start out for Atlanta.”

“Purty slouchy bizniss that, givin’ these kids guns before they’ve had any drill at all鈥攄on’t know even the facin’s, let alone the manual of arms,” remarked Shorty doubtfully, as they marched over to the shed. “They’ll be shooting holes through each others’ heads and the tops o’ the cars, and’ll waste more ammynition than a six-mule team kin haul. They’ll make a regler 鏉窞姘寸(q寰俊 Fourth o’ July from here to Chattynoogy.”

“Don’t be worried about them boys,” Si reassured him. “Every one of ’em is used to handlin’ guns. Then, we kin keep the catridges ourselves and not issue any till they’re needed, which they mayn’t be.”

The boys were in a buzz of delight at getting the guns they had so longed for, and Si’s first duty was to end an exuberant bayonet fencing match between Gid and Harry which was imitated all along the line.

“Stop that,” he called. “Put your minds to learnin’ to load and shoot first. It’ll be some time before you git a chance to prod a rebel with a bayonet. Rebels are as wild as crows. You’ll be lucky to git as close to ’em as the other side of a 40-acre field.”

“But s’posin’ a rebel runs at you with his bayonet,” expostulated Harry Joslyn, “oughtn’t you to know how to ward him off and settle 鏉窞娌瑰帇鎸夋懇浼氭墍璁哄潧 him?”

“The best way’s to settle him jest as he comes over the hill, half-a-mile away, with an ounce o’ cold lead put where he lives. That’ll take the pint offen his bayonet mighty certainly.”

Si and Shorty showed the boys how to put on the belts carrying the cap- and cartridge-boxes, and gave them a little dumb-show instruction in loading and firing, ending with exhibiting to them a cartridge, and the method of tearing it with the teeth and putting it in the gun.

“Now give us some catridges,” clamored the boys, “and let us do some real 鏉窞鐢峰+spa浼氭墍 shootin