Sparks from the camp fire - thrilling stories of heroism, adventure, daring and sufferng (1889) (14782541643)

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Title: Sparks from the camp fire : thrilling stories of heroism, adventure, daring and sufferng
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Greene, Charles S
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Anecdotes
Publisher: New York : W. A. Houghton
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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hile blowing the bellows he would occasionally pauseand shake his head, as if communing with himself. Hewas evidently meditating upon something of a seriousnature. It was during one of these pauses that the doorwas thrown open, and a pale, trembling figure staggeredinto the shop, and, sinking at the smiths feet, faintlyejaculated— In the name of Jesus, protect me! As Bradley stooped to raise the prostrate form, threemen entered, the foremost one exclaiming— Weve treed him at last! There he is! Seize him!and as he spoke he pointed at the crouching figure. The others advanced to obey the order, but Bradleysuddenly arose, seized his sledge-hammer, and brandish-ing it about his head as if it were a sword, exclaimed— Back! Touch him not; or, by the grace of God, Illbrain ye! They hesitated, and stepped backward, not wishing toencounter the sturdy smith, for his countenance plainlytold them that he meant what he said. Do you give shelter to an abolitionist? fiercelyshouted the leader.
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THE TENNESSEE BLACKSMITH. 26Y I give shelter to a weak, defenceless man, repliedthe smith. He is an enemy! vociferated the leader. Of the devil! ejaculated Bradley. He is a spy! an abolition hound! exclaimed theheader, with increased vehemence; and we must havehim. So I tell you, Bradley, you had better not inter-fere. You know that you are already suspected, and ifyou insist upon sheltering him it will confirm it. Siis-pect-ed! Suspected of what? exclaimed thesmith, in a firm tone, riveting his gaze upon the speaker. Why, of adhering to the North, was the reply. Adhering to the North! ejaculated Bradley, as hecast his defiant glances at the speaker. I adhere to noNorth, he continued; I adhere to my country—mywhole country—and will, so help me God ! as long as Ihave breath! he added, as he brought the sledge-hammerto the ground with great force. You had better let us have him, Bradley, withoutfurther trouble. You are only risking your own .neckby your interference. Not as long as