The Raid of the Guerilla
The Raid of the Guerilla
The Raid of the GuerillaWho Crosses Storm Mountain?The Crucial MomentUna of the Hill CountryThe Lost GuidonWolf's HeadHis Unquiet GhostA Chilhowee LilyThe Phantom of Bogue HolaubaHis Christmas Miracle
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ith's hammer in his hand he joined the group, his bulging eyes all a-stare and his loose lips hanging apart. The old justice of the peace, whose office was a sinecure, since the war had run the law out of the Cove, came with a punctilious step, though with a sense of futility and abated dignity, and at every successive note of the distant trumpet these wights experienced a tense bracing of the nerves to await helplessly the inevitable and, alas! the inexorable.
"They say that he is a turrible, turrible man," the blacksmith averred, ever and anon rubbing the stump of his amputated hammer-arm, in which, though bundled in its jeans sleeve, he had the illusion of the sensation of its hand and fingers. He suddenly shaded his brow with his broad palm to eye that significant line which marked the road among the pines on the eastern slope, beyond the Indian corn that stood tall and rank of growth in the rich bottom-lands.
Ethelinda's heart sank. All unprescient of the day's impending event, she had come
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