Thoſe thouſand horſe shall ſweat with martiall ſpoyle Of conquered kingdomes, and of Cities ſackt, […]

The mine man looked about, as if he could envisage no possibility of action among the wiregrass and shrubby bitter barks that surrounded them.

The bushwhackers remained at General Cooper′s camp several days, then crossed the Red River into Texas.

The man in the tarboosh turned finally and nodded in a strangely familiar way.