They tell me they was more men shot right
smack between the eyes in the Civil War than all the other wars
put together. Yes-sir-EE! And as fer REE-connoiterin', why it was
nothin' for our men,--er the rebs, either, fer that matter,--to
crawl up so close to the other side's camps that they could smell
the vittels cookin',--and I remember a case when one of our scouts,
bein' so overcome by the smell of a fried chicken, snuck right up
and grabbed it offen the skillet when the cook's back was turned,
and got away with it safe, too, b'gosh!"
CHAPTER V
TRESPASS
Courtney never was without the heavy English walking-stick on which
he occasionally leaned for support. He took long strolls in the
country, frequently passing the Windom place, and twice he had gone
as far as the railed-in base of Quill's Window. From the footpath at
the bottom he could look through the trees up to the bare crest of
the rock. The gate through the high fence was padlocked, and contained
a sign with the curt warning: "No Trespass." On the opposite side
of the wide strip of meadow-land, in which cattle grazed placidly,
he could see the abandoned house where Alix Crown was born,--a
colourless, weather-beaten, two-storey frame building with faded
green window shutters and a high-pitched roof blackened by rain and
rot. Every shutter was closed; an atmosphere of utter desolation
hung over the place.
Pages:
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81