Penny Dreadfuls, 1916 · page 190 of 400
Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 190: what you’re looking at
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This is a page of running prose from the penny dreadful serial "Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil" (page 172). The text describes post-Revolutionary War activities in the Carolinas, focusing on young Andy's ambitions to raise a military force and Tom's involvement with partisan warfare under Marion. The passage mentions rumors of General Marion's escape from Charleston and a secret expedition to fetch lead, culminating in Tom's decision to join McClure's Mounted Riflemen for border guerrilla operations against enemies in swamps and forests.
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172 Tom ANDERSON, DareE-DEVIL with piteous eyes, tender hands, and the courage of the Devil; “Andy’s mammy”— how he loved that heroic Scotch-Irish face!— the Brattons and the Steels — now we come to the gold shoe-buckles and the jeweled cap- pins; the McClures and the Lands; Mary Johnson and Margaret McCreary; and every one of them rejoicing in the Lord, and the name of “ Rebel”! All military operations had ceased in the Carolinas. There was no longer any Southern army. “When I grow up I'll raise one,” said Andy. The boy brought every rumor afloat to Tom. Captain Land was “raisin? a comp’ny.”’ General Sumter had gone into camp on Clem’s Branch. Then a mysterious whisper sent a tremor through the Border. “Marion’s er slippin’ roun’ ergin. En’ he hain’t but seb’n men!” “What? Marion? How did Marion get out of Charles- ton?” asked Tom. ‘““Wuz n’ in Charleston — time o’ the s’render. Jumped out’n a window, en’ got away. Walkin’ lame yit. Colonel Fall 7lowed he’d broke his ankle.” Then came the news that a secret expedition was to go two hundred miles up the country to “fetch lead.” “Good! There’s life in the old land yet. If I’m well enough, I shall go with Ben Rowan,” said Tom. And he went. When they got back, — every pack-horse bringing two hundred and fifty pounds of lead, — Marion was raising a brigade. lIom placed his horses at the disposal of the Genius of Partisan Warfare, and was offered the place of aide on the Chief’s staff. But the boy had enlisted in McClure’s Mounted Riflemen. The Virginian and the Cherokee lived live days now, in the white-hot excitement of border warfare. McClure disposed his men in small detachments about the country, harassing the enemy by sudden and desultory attacks. Dependent on their own exertions for everything necessary to carry on the contest, they entrenched themselves in the swamps and forests EONMMIC OOO KS,(e) m