French and English - A Story of the Struggle in America by Evelyn Everett-Green
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"We will go with you," they cried. "We long for such work as this; it is what we have come for from our homes and friends." And then Stark added modestly: "And if I am but little trained to arms, I can draw. I have been used to that work in my old life, which was too tame for me. I understand how to make plans and elevations. If I could but get a good view of the fortifications, I will undertake to make a good drawing of them for your general." Rogers slapped him heartily upon the back. "A draughtsman is the very fellow we want," he cried; "and a draughtsman who can wield weapons as you can, John Stark, is the very man for us. You and your band will be right welcome. You can all use snowshoes, I see, and doubtless skates also?" Stark nodded. By that time all were proficient in these arts, even Fritz, to whom they had been new at the commencement of the winter. Charles fingered the knife at his belt, and his cavern-like eyes glowed in their sockets. "Let me fight the French-the French!" he muttered. "I have avenged myself upon the Indian foe. Now let me know the joy of meeting the white foe face to face!" "Is that poor fellow mad?" asked Rogers of Fritz, when next morning, all preparations being speedily made, the party had |
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