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Cuba (Cuba) (search for this): chapter 8
f situation, of climate and of fortune to their full. On dit, it sometimes forgot the Spartan code; but the stranger was never made aware of that, for it ever sedulously remembered good taste. Between the drives, dinners and other time-killers, one week slipped around with great rapidity; and we could hardly realize it when the colonel looked over his newspaper at breakfast and said: Last day, boys! Egad! the cooking here is a little different from Montgomery-but we must take the Cuba this evening. So adieux were spoken, and at dusk we went aboard the snug, neat little Gulf steamer of the New Orleans line. She was a trimmer craft than our floating card-house of river travel, built for a little outside work in case of necessity, or the chances of a norther. We scudded merrily down the bay toward Fort Morgan, the grim sentinel sitting dark and lonely at the harbor's mouth and showing a row of teeth that might be a warning. The fort was now put in thorough repair an
Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
Chapter 7: Mobile, the Gulf city. Echo from Maryland Alabama's preparation Mobile's crack corps John Forsyth on the peace commissioners Mobile society pleasure-lovers and their pleasures two moral axioms. Mobile was in a state of perfect ferment when we arrived. The news from Maryland had made profound sensation and had dissipated the delusive hopes-indulged there as well as in and steadfast, filled the hotels, the clubs and the post-office; and the sense of all was that Maryland had spoken not one hour too soon; having spoken, the simple duty of the South was to prevent hahe would meet the calls of the hour with never a pause for the result. The sanguine counted on Maryland, bound by every community of interest, every tie of sympathy — as already one of the Confederate city alone gave two, full regiments and helped to fill up others. The news from Virginia and Maryland had given but a fresh impetus to these preparations and, before my return to Montgomery, these
Spring Chicken (search for this): chapter 8
worldly-minded middie of river-boat memory and Spring Chicken, his colleague; both talking very loud, and the and cried out: Hurrah for Muggins! Spring Chicken stopped, balanced himself on his heels and annoee here, my good fellow, I'm Peacock! repeated Spring Chicken. The thunder you are! You can't be two people! Sir! responded Spring Chicken, with even greater dignity, I do not-hic — desire to argue with you. I -- I'm a northern man, yelled the now irate Spring Chicken. Curse you, sir! what are my principles to yo with the ugly knife he drew from his back. Spring Chicken had remained passive during the recital of the e. Didl't have aly wash to spout, remarked Spring Chicken, with his head under his arm. Yes-we owed o the colonel. Thasso, ol‘ cock! hiccoughed Spring Chicken. And when I got the money and we went up toes. Mussput-hic-fi dollus on-jack? remarked Spring Chicken. See yer, Styse-o'boy, damfattolman-con'l is!
o adieux were spoken, and at dusk we went aboard the snug, neat little Gulf steamer of the New Orleans line. She was a trimmer craft than our floating card-house of river travel, built for a little outside work in case of necessity, or the chances of a norther. We scudded merrily down the bay toward Fort Morgan, the grim sentinel sitting dark and lonely at the harbor's mouth and showing a row of teeth that might be a warning. The fort was now put in thorough repair and readiness by Colonel Hardee, of the regular army of the Confederate States. I was following Styles down from the upper deck, when we heard high voices from the end of the boat, and recognized one exclaiming: Curse you! I'll cut your ear off! Round the open bar we found an excited crowd, in the center of which was our worldly-minded middie of river-boat memory and Spring Chicken, his colleague; both talking very loud, and the latter exhibiting a bowie-knife half as long as himself. By considerable t
his heels and announced with much dignity Sir, I am Muggins! Didn't know you, Muggins, responded the shouter, who fortunately had not taken fighting whisky. Beg pardon, Muggins! Hurrah for Peacock.! Yah-a-h See here, my good fellow, I'm Peacock! repeated Spring Chicken. The thunder you are! You can't be two people! Sir! responded Spring Chicken, with even greater dignity, I do not-hic — desire to argue with you. I am Peacock! The man laughed. The Peacock I mean is a northPeacock! The man laughed. The Peacock I mean is a northern man -- I'm a northern man, yelled the now irate Spring Chicken. Curse you, sir! what are my principles to you? I'll cut your ear off! And it was this peaceful proposition that attracted our attention, in time to prevent any trouble with the ugly knife he drew from his back. Spring Chicken had remained passive during the recital of the more sober worldling. Sundry muttered oaths had sufficed him until it was over, when he made the lucid explanation: Reas'l didl't — hic-dam
'ard and jumped off, while he waited to keep the things in sight till I came back. So he was in pawn, too, egad! said the colonel. Thasso, ol‘ cock! hiccoughed Spring Chicken. And when I got the money and we went up town, we met the cussed decoy again, and we were fools enough to go again-- Williz molley-damniz-hic-eyes! interpolated the other. -- And we got broke again-and this fellow that hollowed Muggins looked like the decoy, but he wasn't. That's the whole truth, Mr. Styles. Mussput-hic-fi dollus on-jack? remarked Spring Chicken. See yer, Styse-o'boy, damfattolman-con'l is! and he curled from the lounge to the floor and slept peacefully. My young friend, remarked Styles gravely to the middie, as we tucked the insensible Spring Chicken into his berth-If you want to gamble, you'll do it-so I don't advise you. But these amphibious beasts are dangerous; so in future play with gentlemen and let them alone. And, my boy, said the colonel, enunciating hi
John Forsyth (search for this): chapter 8
Chapter 7: Mobile, the Gulf city. Echo from Maryland Alabama's preparation Mobile's crack corps John Forsyth on the peace commissioners Mobile society pleasure-lovers and their pleasures a victim of the tiger two moral axioms. Mobile was in a state of perfect ferment when we arrived. The news from Maryland had frontier. On the night of our arrival in the Gulf City, that escape valve for all excitement, a dense crowd, collected in front of the Battle House and Colonel John Forsyth addressed them from the balcony. He had just returned from Washington with the southern commissioners and gave, he said, a true narrative of the manner anme it is needless to detail even the substance of his speech; but it made a marked impression on the crowd, as the surging sea of upturned faces plainly told. John Forsyth, already acknowledged one of the ablest of southern leaders, was a veritable Harry Hotspur. His views brooked no delay or temporizing; and, as he spoke, in ve
code; but the stranger was never made aware of that, for it ever sedulously remembered good taste. Between the drives, dinners and other time-killers, one week slipped around with great rapidity; and we could hardly realize it when the colonel looked over his newspaper at breakfast and said: Last day, boys! Egad! the cooking here is a little different from Montgomery-but we must take the Cuba this evening. So adieux were spoken, and at dusk we went aboard the snug, neat little Gulf steamer of the New Orleans line. She was a trimmer craft than our floating card-house of river travel, built for a little outside work in case of necessity, or the chances of a norther. We scudded merrily down the bay toward Fort Morgan, the grim sentinel sitting dark and lonely at the harbor's mouth and showing a row of teeth that might be a warning. The fort was now put in thorough repair and readiness by Colonel Hardee, of the regular army of the Confederate States. I was followi
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