But far different from steel of Tagus or Damascus, it was inflexible as Crocket's rifle tube; no doubt, as deadly.
Long hung that rapier over the head of my hammock.

Was it not storied as the good trenchant blade of brave Bayard, that other chevalier?
The knight's may have slain its scores, or fifties; but the weapon I preserved had, doubtless, run through and riddled its thousands..