A bullet had reached him as he stood upon a little knoll, striving to stay the headlong flight.

Falling backward his head touched the edge of the swift running water, which was now filling his long, black locks with slimy sediment.
"The ounce o' lead that done that piece o' work," said Abe, "was better'n a horseload o' gold.

A few more used with as good judgement would bring the rebellion to an end in short meter." "Yes," answered Kent, "he's one of the Chivalry; one of the main props; one of the fellows who are trying to bring about Secession in the hopes of being Dukes, or Marquises, or Earls--High Keepers of His Majesty Jeff.

Davis's China Spittoons, or Grand Custodians of the Prince of South Carolina's Plug Tobacco, when the Southern Confederacy gains its independence." "Well," said Abe, raising the Rebel's hat on the point of his bayonet, and laying it across the corpse's face, "he's changed bosses much sooner than he expected.Jeff.

Davis's blood-relation, who presides over the Sulphur Confederacy, will put on his shoulder-straps with a branding-iron, and serve up his rations for him red-hot.