Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 204: what you’re looking at

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186 Tom ANDERSON, DarE-DEVIL’ Dugald,” — Sir A2neas dismissed the gillie with a nod, — “wait upon Major McIntosh.” The two officers, preceded by blacks in livery and followed by an orderly, walked briskly up the street. They were humorous over their Scotch Quixote, “Old Rory.” “He has plenty of friends,’ observed the Englishman. And the baronet lisped: “Lord! yes. I wish Your Lord- ship could have seen the meeting between Rory and Small of Ours, the day Rory reached Charleston. Said he, ‘I have traversed, at the risk of my life, the rebellious Province of South Carolina to see the famous Major Small!’ Said Small: ‘Welcome! welcome! brave Roderick McIntosh. I’ve heard His Majesty speak with kindness and respect of Roderick McIntosh.’ “Spare me, oh, spare me,’ said Rory. ‘His Majesty is too good!’ And then the pair hugged each other. It was good as a play, my Lord.” ‘Was the old fellow at Savannah?r”’ “What could keep him away from a fight? I was sent out by General Prevost to hurry up Lincoln with his dead —” ‘“T know,” with a smile that was the refinement of cyni- cism. “Lincoln was prolonging for the Resurrection — in the hope of recruiting his ranks!” “If Lincoln had been relieved by the Resurrection, he’d have made a bungle of it! — Well, there was Rory strut- ting about the field like an old turkey-cock. ‘A glorious sight!’ he said. ‘Our enemies slain in battle.’”’ ‘Came near being picked up by the French down there, did n’t he?” At Thunderbolt, yes. It was at Sunbury he lost an eye. Demanded the surrender of the fort at Sunbury. He was attached to the Fourth Battalion, Sixtieth Regiment, but left the British lines and went alone to summon the Rebels to surrender.” * Alone ?”’ ‘Except for his dagger, his swagger, and his nigger.” Zounds!”’ EONMMICLOOOKS,(2@) m