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Identifier: generalnelsonssc00dunn (find matches)
Title: General Nelson's scout
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Dunn, Byron A. (Byron Archibald), 1842-1926 Wilmer, Richard Hooker, 1918-, former owner
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Publisher: Chicago : A. C. McClurg and Company
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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During this quieta young lady came out of a house, and hurriedlypassed down the street. Suddenly a fragment ofthe mob drifted through the street, and she wascaught in the vortex. On her bosom was pinned asmall Union flag. A burly rufiian in the mobespied it, and rushing up to her, shouted: Offwith that dirty rag, you she-Lincolnite! Never, she exclaimed, with a pale face butflashing eye. Then I will take it, he exclaimed, with acoarse oath, and snatched at the flag so roughly asto tear her dress, exposing her pure white bosom tothe gaze of the brutal mob. There was a howl of delight, and the wretchmade bolder, cried: Now for a kiss, my beauty,and attempted to catch her in his smutty arms.But the avenger was at hand. Fred had seen theoutrage, and picking up a brick that happened tolie loose on the pavement, he sprang forward anddealt the ruffian such a blow on the side of the headthat he fell like a log, striking the pavement withsuch force that the blood gushed from his nose andmouth.
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He dealt the Ruffian such a Blow that he fell like a loar. THE DAT AFTER BULL RUN. 55 Kill the young devil of a Lincolnite! was thecry, and the crowd surged towards Fred. But thosein advance drew back, for they looked into themuzzle of a revolver held by a hand that did nottremble, and gazed into young eyes that did notwaver. The first man that attempts to touch her orme, dies, said Fred, in a clear, firm voice. Themob shrank back; then a fierce cry arose of Killhim! kill him! Take the young lady to a place of safety, saida low voice by Freds side; then to the mob,Back! back! or come on at your peril. Fred looked, and by his side stood a stalwartpoliceman, a glistening revolver in his hand. Nearhim stood other determined men, ready to assist. Come, said Fred, taking the young ladysarm, and the two quickly made their way out of themob, which, balked of its prey, howled in futile rage. I live here, said the young lady, stoppingbefore a palatial residence. My name is MabelVaughn. You mus

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