Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 54 of 100
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56 BALD EAGLE. the many. The poor fellows who are fighting our battles die and are forgotten—what does it matter, so long as a fair in- heritance is preserved for the many who shall come after us 2” Such were a portion of the many thoughts which stirred in the bosom of the youth as he entered West Point. Here he was delayed longer than he had anticipated, so that the day was fast wearing when he again found himself on his route, — Meanwhile, the great commander silently adjusted his plans: wrote out the portion to be submitted to the judgment of his aids, and then laid himself down for that brief sleep, which men of achievement are able so marvelously to abridge. The first one who claimed audience upon his awaking was the one anxiously expected, Ramapaugh, or, as he was better known in the army, the Bald Eagle. With stately step the chief entered the august presence, and stood in silence. “My brother, speak; are thy warriors prepared ?” “The Panther is crouched for the spring.” “Not a step must be lost, Ramapangh; we must move si- lent as the night—swift as the wind.” “ A warrior is at every pass, and a true shot covers it,” “That is well. Where is Black Dick ?” “ ven the Bald Eagle can not hold the slippery eel.” “That may be bad,” mused Washington, thoughtfully. Does he hang about the camp of the enemy or our own ?” ‘He has mounted a white horse, and plays the trooper.” "Where ?” “In West Point and Ramapo; he will follow the troops to New York.” “That is well. You know our messenger, chief?” = Jat phopely young pine, postal Nase 7 cf Ay. ¥ re I know the eagle upon the rock ; brave as the bravest —true as the truest.” Washington smiled sadly, and the chief continue. “ Was there no other than the best? None but the shape- liest to offer his breast to the leaden fire ?” “ Only the best at a time like this, Ramapaugh, when our army is doing battle elsewhere. Look to the fate of this young man, Ramapaugh.” Cconmicloooks.comn