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Title: A hero in homespun. : A tale of the loyal South
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Barton, William Eleazar, 1861-1930 Hapgood, Theodore Brown, 1871-1938, binding designer
Subjects: Tennessee -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Fiction Kentucky -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Fiction
Publisher: Boston : New York : London : Lamson, Wolffe and Company.
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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e thisaway.Come, Fry an Haun ! Mr. Hanson, you bestergit yer pine knots a-blazin good afore we start, anHank, you git ye a big bundle of dry sticks. Pursuant to this plan, the rails were piled out ofsight at the end of the bridge, and all was in readi-ness for a start, when a shout was heard from theguard-house below the bridge. Hurry, boys ! cried Jacob. Half o youhold back the guard, an the rest come with me! The sober members of the party for the mostpart stayed with Jacob, and the others engaged theguard. There was but one Confederate soldierguarding the bridge, but he was sober and brave.He faced his half dozen assailants without flinching,and wounded two of them before they got near him.In the darkness they became confused and got tofighting each other, and then alarmed the men uponthe bridge with cries that a large body of soldierswas upon them. The fire was blazing high, andthe whole party took to their heels, bearing awaytheir wounded as they went. Then the brave THE ooBe imm
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The Burning of the Bridges. Page 90. Burning the Bridges 91 guard, whose single arm had driven away the burn-ers, faint and wounded as he was, attacked the fireand saved the bridge. The men were chagrined at their defeat, and thesober ones bitterly reproached the others. But itwas no use crying over spilt milk, and besides theyhad succeeded with one bridge, and four others wereburned by other parties. You dont reckon theys any doubt, do you.Hank, asked Hensie, that the Union army issure a-comin ? Not a mite, said Henry. Thats what Icome to tell Parson Carter. They was at Londonwen I lef, an Cunl Carter had some men onplumb to the Cumberland River at Barboursville.I shouldnt wonder ef they had took the Gap bythis time. I hope so, said Haun. I wouldnt mind somuch, but Id sorter hate to git hung. I got a wifean a fambly o little fellers, an ones a baby. Idsorter hate to git hung. They wouldnt none on us like hit right well,said Fry. But the kingdoms a-comin. Theywont nobody git hung fur

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