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

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.

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