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John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Major R--‘s little private scout. (search)
enemy. Behold the Major now in warlike panoply — that is to say, in fine gray dress coat with burnished buttons (for the eyes of Venus after the conflict with Mars); pistol carefully loaded, in holster on his right side; and sabre in excellent order, jingling against his top boots. It was a saying of the worthy, that he gene for the poor civilian. After all it is something to be a soldier. The trade is hard, but the feminine eye has a peculiar brightness when it rests on the sons of Mars!-of Mars, proverbially the favourite of Venus! The Major was an old soldier, and in no hurry to depart. He counted on the extent of the scare he had given theMars, proverbially the favourite of Venus! The Major was an old soldier, and in no hurry to depart. He counted on the extent of the scare he had given the enemy, and quietly enjoyed himself in the charming society of his hostesses. He had once more become excellent company. The smile had returned to his lips, the light to his eyes. That melancholy which had made his friends uneasy had quite disappeared, and the Major was himself again --that is to say, the gayest and most delig
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., How S.-carried off a Federal field-officer. (search)
cer looked at his captor, saw that he was quite in earnest, and replied: My name is Colonel — , and my regiment is the--Pennsylvania. All right, Colonel; I see we understand each other. Now I wish you would tell me anything you know that will interest me. And laughing in his low fashion, the scout rode on with his prisoner, whose good-humour gradually began to return. To explain this, it may be conjectured that S— had not upon this occasion encountered a very desperate son of Mars, but a philosopher who contemplated the probabilities of an early exchange, and submitted gracefully to his fate. In an hour the scout and his prisoner had become quite sociable. That was a daring act of yours, said the Colonel, and you have got out of this thing well. I rather think so, Colonel. I ought to have been more on my guard. Well done-yes, very well done; especially going through my camp! It will be seen that the two had grown quite friendly, and this amicable underst