Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 305: what you’re looking at

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THe Marouis oF CARABAS 287 “Well, Ill tell you what it is,” pursued Tom, digging his heel viciously into the sand, “sho’s a gun’s iron —as they say on Broad River — this is the jawbone of a shark.”’ Unaka grunted, and went on cooking supper. ‘Tom lay flat on his back on the sand, — pounded by the multitudi- nous seas into alabaster, — closed his eyes, and “sighed his soul”? back to the American tents, to Sumter’s camp on Broad River. His beloved Chief’s message, carried in the lining of Unaka’s hunting-belt for so long, and at length delivered to him in the slave-market of this town in the Caribbean Sea, rang in the boy’s ears day and night, like a bugle-call. Dare-Devil: Come to me at once. I have important work for you. SUMTER. Thus ran the dispatch. How, and where, was his general now? How fared the American arms? When, when should he charge with the Legion again? ‘To think that I might have filled that important post! And here I lie! — sprawled on a sand-spit in the Carib- bees.” Unaka said a word in Cherokee, and then Tom too heard the dip of oars. He sprang to his feet, and sent a view-hal- loo across the water. [he man in the boat answered with a college yell. “You don’t know what that is,”’ called out De la Jon- quiere. “Not I. But it sounds good”; and Tom waded out to pull the boat up on the sand. “That’s the battle-cry of Codrington College. You’ve not seen our college yet.”’ Tom wrung the hand of his visitor. “My dear Marquis, I say: this is awfully good of you.” “Mon camarade, | had you on my mind,” said the young nobleman, smiling. He greeted Unaka, and sat down on the sand. “That fish smells tiptop. I’m glad CORNICLIO@ cS (C(O)