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Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.42
requented habitually that region, but from its great adaptability to partisan manoeuvres. Behold now, in this bloody year 1863, our friend the scout making a little excursion into the Chinquepin Territory in search of information, adventure, spoils --whatever is calculated to charm the heart of the free ranger of the woods. Mounted on a good fresh horse, with pistols at side, and a good stout heart to back the ready hand, the scout joyfully set forth all alone on his journey, trusting to Providence to guide him, and to his own skill and courage for the result. The country swarmed with the enemy; and to find out all about them, their strength, position, and probable designs, was the main object of S-in going on his scout. If, however, any opportunity of striking a blow presented itself, he intended to avail himself of the opening. As will be seen, such opportunity did present itself, and was promptly improved. The scout reached, without adventures, the vicinity of Warrenton,
Pennsylvania (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.42
ely necessary to attain his object. He accordingly crossed the pistol which he held in his right hand in front of his breast, covered the prisoner's heart, and said politely: Colonel, I asked you your name, and the number and State of your regiment. I refused to give it. If you do not, I will kill you. This response admitted of no reply. The officer looked at his captor, saw that he was quite in earnest, and replied: My name is Colonel — , and my regiment is the--Pennsylvania. All right, Colonel; I see we understand each other. Now I wish you would tell me anything you know that will interest me. And laughing in his low fashion, the scout rode on with his prisoner, whose good-humour gradually began to return. To explain this, it may be conjectured that S— had not upon this occasion encountered a very desperate son of Mars, but a philosopher who contemplated the probabilities of an early exchange, and submitted gracefully to his fate. In an hour the
Fauquier (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.42
How S.-carried off a Federal field-officer. I have not yet done with S-, the scout. Still another adventure of his comes back to my memory, and this also shall proceed to be narrated. The chosen field for the operations of the scout fraternity was, as I have said, the county of Fauquier--not only because the enemy frequented habitually that region, but from its great adaptability to partisan manoeuvres. Behold now, in this bloody year 1863, our friend the scout making a little excursion into the Chinquepin Territory in search of information, adventure, spoils --whatever is calculated to charm the heart of the free ranger of the woods. Mounted on a good fresh horse, with pistols at side, and a good stout heart to back the ready hand, the scout joyfully set forth all alone on his journey, trusting to Providence to guide him, and to his own skill and courage for the result. The country swarmed with the enemy; and to find out all about them, their strength, position, and p
Warrenton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.42
Providence to guide him, and to his own skill and courage for the result. The country swarmed with the enemy; and to find out all about them, their strength, position, and probable designs, was the main object of S-in going on his scout. If, however, any opportunity of striking a blow presented itself, he intended to avail himself of the opening. As will be seen, such opportunity did present itself, and was promptly improved. The scout reached, without adventures, the vicinity of Warrenton, and was riding through a thick body of woods, when all at once, on turning a bend in the winding bridle-path, he came suddenly upon a Federal Colonel, followed by two orderlies. The undergrowth was so thick, and the earth so soft, that he was entirely unaware of the vicinity of his foes, until the horses' heads were almost touching. For a moment the opponents gazed upon each other motionless and in silence. The Colonel and his escort seemed to have a dim impression that the silent
Mars (search for this): chapter 4.42
cer looked at his captor, saw that he was quite in earnest, and replied: My name is Colonel — , and my regiment is the--Pennsylvania. All right, Colonel; I see we understand each other. Now I wish you would tell me anything you know that will interest me. And laughing in his low fashion, the scout rode on with his prisoner, whose good-humour gradually began to return. To explain this, it may be conjectured that S— had not upon this occasion encountered a very desperate son of Mars, but a philosopher who contemplated the probabilities of an early exchange, and submitted gracefully to his fate. In an hour the scout and his prisoner had become quite sociable. That was a daring act of yours, said the Colonel, and you have got out of this thing well. I rather think so, Colonel. I ought to have been more on my guard. Well done-yes, very well done; especially going through my camp! It will be seen that the two had grown quite friendly, and this amicable underst
1863 AD (search for this): chapter 4.42
How S.-carried off a Federal field-officer. I have not yet done with S-, the scout. Still another adventure of his comes back to my memory, and this also shall proceed to be narrated. The chosen field for the operations of the scout fraternity was, as I have said, the county of Fauquier--not only because the enemy frequented habitually that region, but from its great adaptability to partisan manoeuvres. Behold now, in this bloody year 1863, our friend the scout making a little excursion into the Chinquepin Territory in search of information, adventure, spoils --whatever is calculated to charm the heart of the free ranger of the woods. Mounted on a good fresh horse, with pistols at side, and a good stout heart to back the ready hand, the scout joyfully set forth all alone on his journey, trusting to Providence to guide him, and to his own skill and courage for the result. The country swarmed with the enemy; and to find out all about them, their strength, position, and p