The Last Three SoldiersShelton, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Last Three Soldiers
Shelton, W. H. (William Henry)
North Carolina -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
By the time they had, in their imaginations, dressed the bear and
tanned her skin, it began to be light enough to enter upon a more
vigorous and offensive campaign. This idea seemed to strike the bear
at the same time, for she came out of the door, and, after sniffing the
morning air, shambled three times around the cabin, smelling and
clawing at the base of the chimney in each passage. Having made this
survey of her surroundings, she returned to her post and lay down on
the carbines.
These carbines were old smooth-bore muskets cut down for cavalry arms
and fitted with a short bar and sliding ring over the lock-plate, which
was stamped "Tower--London, 1862." They carried a ball fixed in front
of a paper cartridge, and were fired by means of a percussion-cap. The
pieces were loaded where they lay, with caps under the locks.
There was a crevice between the logs at that side of the chimney where
the door was held in position by the stone, and the wooden spade which
Philip had used in his planting could be seen from where the three
soldiers sat in the tree, lying across the grave of the old man of the
mountain. Lieutenant Coleman and Bromley slipped down to the ground
and ran around to the back of the hut. The end of the door could be
seen against the crevice, which was just above the level of the floor.
The men took care to keep close to the chimney, so as to be out of
sight of the bear, and when they had fixed their lever under the edge
of the door they easily raised it high enough to let out the cub.
When this was done they mounted to the roof of the cabin, Coleman armed
with the wooden spade and Bromley with the ax. The bear came out
presently, with the cub at her side, its thick fur gray with ashes.
The two were headed to pass between the tent and the chestnut-tree, and
when the old bear stopped at the foot of the trunk and raised her head
with a threatening growl, Bromley stood up on the roof and hurled the
ax, which slightly wounded the bear in the flank and caused her to
charge back toward the cabin, while the bewildered cub scrambled up the
tree in which Philip sat.
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