At one part of the fight he thought he would be beaten.

He was overmatched in artillery, and it was a cavalry charge he thundered on them, riding across the field to give the word of command to the couple of regiments, riddled to threads, that gained the day.
That is life--when we dare death to live! I wonder at men, who are men, being anything but soldiers! I told you, madre, my own Emmy, I forgave you for marrying, because it was a soldier.' 'Perhaps a soldier is to be the happy man.

But you have not told me a word of yourself.

What has been done with the old Crossways ?' 'The house, you know, is mine.

And it's all I have: ten acres and the house, furnished, and let for less than two hundred a year.