Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
The fight had now begun in this manner, and, both parties being at the
outset studiously well sheltered, with little or no injury--the shot
doing no more harm to the enemy on either side than barking the branch
of the tree or splintering the rock behind which they happened
individually to be sheltered. In this fruitless manner the affray had
for a little time been carried on, without satisfaction to any
concerned, when Munro was beheld advancing, with the apology for a flag
which he had used before, toward the beleaguered fortress. The parley he
called for was acceded to, and Dexter again made his appearance.
"What, tired already, Wat? The game is, to be sure, a shy one; but have
patience, old fellow--we shall be at close quarters directly."
It was now the time for Munro to practise the subtlety which he had
designed, and a reasonable prospect of success he promised himself from
the bull-headed stupidity of his opponent. He had planned a stratagem,
upon which parties, as we have seen, were despatched; and he now
calculated his own movement in concert with theirs. It was his object to
protract the parley which he had begun, by making propositions for an
arrangement which, from a perfect knowledge of the men he had to deal
with, he felt assured would not be listened to. In the meantime, pending
the negotiation, each party left its cover, and, while they severally
preserved their original relationships, and were so situated as, at a
given signal, to regain their positions, they drew nearer to one
another, and in some instances began a conversation. Munro was cautious
yet quick in the discussion, and, while his opponent with rough sarcasms
taunted him upon the strength of his own position, and the utter
inadequacy of his strength to force it, he contented himself with sundry
exhortations to a peaceable arrangement--to a giving up of the
possessions they had usurped, and many other suggestions of a like
nature, which he well knew would be laughed at and rejected. Still, the
object was in part attained. The invaders, becoming more confident of
their strength from this almost virtual abandonment of their first
resort by their opponents, grew momently less and less cautious. The
rifle was rested against the rock, the sentinel took out his tobacco,
and the two parties were almost intermingled.
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