Penny Dreadfuls, 1916 · page 372 of 400
Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 372: what you’re looking at
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This is a page of running prose from Chapter XXXVII, titled "In High Cabal." The passage describes Major Roderick McIntosh waiting at his house at Mallow at sundown in springtime, when three young men arrive on horseback. One appears to be a boy named Tammie whom McIntosh loves as a son; the other two are identified as the Marquis de la Jonquière and an indigenous man named Unaka Nung-noh-hut-tar-hee, grandson of a chief. McIntosh welcomes them warmly. The text references historical conflict with "Spaniards and Indians" and includes Scottish dialect phrases, suggesting a colonial American setting.
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CHAPTER XXXVII “IN HIGH CABAL IT was springtime, and it was sundown. Major Roder- ick McIntosh sat in the door of his house at Mallow, wait- ing for the horn to blow. The old conch-shell that an- nounced breakfast, dinner, and supper had once sounded erimmer signals; when men were rushed from the fields to fight Spaniards and Indians. Though the door stood wide, there was a fireon the hearth. Bear- and panther-skins, antlers, Indian bows, Spanish swords were everywhere. And Luath was outstretched before the rosy blaze. Suddenly she lifted her head; her sides heaved; she gave a whine of rapturous excitement. Borne on the sea-breeze, across the spring fields, came a voice like a bell: — ‘“England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray When the Blue-Bonnets came over the Border!”’ “Tt is! It is! Hizzie, ye tauld nae lee!”’ And, striding out of doors, Rory sent across the vague cotton-fields and smoky new-grounds a view-halloo that would have sent a pack of hounds stark crazy. Here they came! Out of the orange twilight rode three young fellows; one was very fair: two, bronze-brown. Luath was leaping and barking at one man’s stirrup. He sprang from the saddle — and it was no shame to Tom that his eyes were misty. “My dear Major!” ‘““Tammie!— God be praised!’ And Rory laid a fatherly arm about the shoulders of the boy he loved as a son. [om made known the Marquis de la Jonquiére and Unaka Nung-noh-hut-tar-hee, Kar-nung-dar-har-gah, the son of Going Snake and the grandson of the great chief Tommi-Chi-Chi. Rory received them as old friends, with a heart-warming welcome. EONMMICLOOOKS.(e© m