a lass to Sudbury Fair,
With a hey, and a ho, nonny-nonny!
And she had a rose in her raven hair,
With a hey, and a ho, nonny-nonny!"
"By the etarnal!" said Tom, following the man along the palings with the
muzzle of his Deckard, "by the etarnal! 'tis like shootin' beef."
A gust of laughter came from somewhere beyond. The burly soldier paused
at the foot of the blockhouse.
"Hi, Jem, have ye seen the General's man? His Honor's in a 'igh temper,
I warrant ye."
It was fortunate for Jem that he put his foot inside the blockhouse
door.
"Now, boys!"
It was Williams's voice, and fourteen rifles sputtered out a ragged
volley.
There was an instant's silence, and then a score of voices raised in
consternation,--shouting, cursing, commanding. Heavy feet pounded on the
platform of the blockhouse. While Tom was savagely jamming in powder and
ball, the wicket gate of the fort opened, a man came out and ran to a
house a biscuit's throw away, and ran back again before he was shot at,
slamming the gate after him. Tom swore.
"We've got but the ten rounds," he said, dropping his rifle to his knee.
"I reckon 'tis no use to waste it."
"The Willing may come to-night," I answered.
There was a bugle winding a strange call, and the roll of a drum, and
the running continued.
"Don't fire till you're sure, boys," said Captain Williams.
Our eyes caught sight of a form in the blockhouse port, there was an
instant when a candle flung its rays upon a cannon's flank, and Tom's
rifle spat a rod of flame. A red blot hid the cannon's mouth, and behind
it a man staggered and fell on the candle, while the shot crunched its
way through the logs of the cottage in the yard where we stood. And now
the battle was on in earnest, fire darting here and there from the
black wall, bullets whistling and flying wide, and at intervals cannon
belching, their shot grinding through trees and houses. But our men
waited until the gunners lit their matches in the cannon-ports,--it was
no trick for a backwoodsman.
At length there came a popping right and left, and we knew that Bowman
and McCarty's men had swung into position there.
An hour passed, and a shadow came along our line, darting from cover to
cover. It was Lieutenant Bayley, and he sent me back to find the Colonel
and to tell him that the men had but a few rounds left. I sped through
the streets on the errand, spied a Creole company waiting in reserve,
and n
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