This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ... mount forward at as fast a pace as it could make. The sun was already hanging on the bluffs in the west, and shadows were creeping down from the forests, but, fret and urge as I did, the horse beneath me could not be gotten out of a heavy, plodding walk. In the west the sky was in a dull glow, as though the sun had ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ... mount forward at as fast a pace as it could make. The sun was already hanging on the bluffs in the west, and shadows were creeping down from the forests, but, fret and urge as I did, the horse beneath me could not be gotten out of a heavy, plodding walk. In the west the sky was in a dull glow, as though the sun had welded earth and heaven together; then the dusk deepened and the shrill cry of some wild bird came to me from the river somewhere off to my right, bringing to me a shuddering remembrance of the death of Wilson on that night scout. Ere the morrow dawned might I not be with him in his eternal bivouac? The road turned sharply to the left along a rugged hillside, and as I jogged around the turn, I suddenly drew rein, for close beside the road, perched on a mammoth boulder, was a youth who made a strange, clicking sound on something he held in his hands. "Hello!" I cried, taken by surprise. The youth looked towards me, but even in the gloom I could see that there was neither surprise nor alarm on his face--naught but stolidness. - Cricket loves a summer night--Hi-lo-diddle-de-dee--Sings its song without any light--Hi-lo--listen to me!" The thing he held in his hands was clicked in a rude accompaniment to the doggerel chant, and though at first my hand had gone to my rapier hilt, I now released my grip. "Who are you?" I challenged. The clicking stopped an instant. "Rhymer! " he answered, and the clicking was renewed. I smiled. In spite of my desperate mission, in spite of my distress of mind, there was that about the figure on the boulder that gave me a touch of mirth. "By the shade of Shakespeare, 'tis a proper enough name," I replied. "Rhymer, Rhymer is my name. Never, no never, will I bring it ...
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