I know it is out of my power to defend the town, as not one of the militia will take arms, though before sight of the army no braver men.

There is a flag at a small distance, I must conclude.
"Your humble servant, "Leo'd Helm.

Must stop." "To Colonel Clark." Having completed this task, the letter shows under what a nervous strain, Helm turned to his lieutenant and said: "Fire a swivel with a blank charge.

We'll give these weak-kneed parly-voos one more call to duty.

Of course not a frog-eater of them all will come.