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The famous book The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper. Originally published in 1821, The Spy is the first literary success of James Fenimore Cooper. Enjoy this wonderful tale The Spy today!
is made good,” cried the English officer, springing upon his feet. “Our troops and the rebels are at it! — I would give six months’ pay to see the charge.” “Umph!” returned his companion, without ceasing his meal; “they do very well to look at from a distance: I can’t say but the company of this bacon, cold as it is, is more to my taste, just now, than a hot fire from the continentals.” “The discharges are heavy for so small a force; but the fire seems irregular.” “The scattering guns are
Highland forts, and the former they consigned to the tender care of his afflicted bride. Many weeks were gone before the Major was restored to sufficient strength to be removed. During those weeks, how often did he bless the moment that gave him a right to the services of his beautiful nurse! She hung around his couch with fond attention; administered with her own hands every prescription of the indefatigable Sitgreaves, and grew each hour in the affections and esteem of her husband. An order
the soldier frankly, placing both her hands in his own, exclaimed — “Ah, Dunwoodie! how happy, on many accounts, I am to see you! I have brought you in here, to prepare you to meet an unexpected friend in the opposite room.” “To whatever cause it may be owing,” cried the youth, pressing her hands to his lips, “I, too, am happy in being able to see you alone. Frances, the probation you have decreed is cruel; war and distance may shortly separate us for ever.” “We must submit to the necessity
Paulding, however, took a sudden personal turn when congressman and Revolutionary veteran Benjamin Tall madge of Connecticut bitterly condemned all three captors as unprincipled freebooters who would have sold the country had André been carrying the cash they demanded. Had he himself met the three in 1780, Tallmadge continued, he would have arrested them as soon as André. Astonishing as these statements were, Tallmadge in fact knew a good deal about the case. When André had been taken but had
seemliness. This office ended, the neighbours, who had officiously pressed forward to offer their services in performing this solemn duty, paused, and lifting their hats, stood looking towards the mourner, who now felt himself to be really alone in the world. Uncovering his head also, the pedler hesitated a moment, to gather energy, and spoke. “My friends and neighbours,” he said, “I thank you for assisting me to bury my dead out of my sight.” A solemn pause succeeded the customary address, and