Somewhere in them mingled the words of the old spaewife, that I should miss love and fortune in the sunshine and find them in the rain.
The strength of youth is like a branch of yew, for if it is bent it soon straightens.

By the third day I was on my feet again, with only the stiffness of healing wounds to remind me of those desperate passages.

When I could look about me I found that men had arrived from the Rappahannock, and among them Elspeth's uncle, who had girded on a great claymore, and looked, for all his worn face and sober habit, a mighty man of war.

With them came news of the rout of the Cherokees, who had been beaten by Nicholson's militia in Stafford county and driven down the long line of the Border, paying toll to every stockade.
Midway Lawrence had fallen upon them and driven the remnants into the hills above the head waters of the James.

It would be many a day, I thought, before these gentry would bring war again to the Tidewater.
The Rappahannock men were in high feather, convinced that they had borne the brunt of the invasion.