A Knight of the Cumberland by John Fox
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pick off the rings! He's been a-practising
for a year, and I believe he could run the point o' that spear of his through a lady's finger-ring.'' ``You'd better get somebody else.'' ``Ah--that's it. The Wild Dog sent word he'd send over another feller, named Dave Branham, who has been practising with him, who's just as good, he says, as he is. I'm looking for him at twelve o'clock, an' I'm goin' to take him down an' see what he can do on that black horse o' mine. But if he's no good, I lose five hundred, all right,'' and he sloped away to his duties. For it was the Hon. Sam who was master of ceremonies that day. He was due now to read the Declaration of Independence in a poplar grove to all who would listen; he was to act as umpire at the championship base-ball game in the afternoon, and he was to give the ``Charge'' to the assembled knights before the tournament. At ten o'clock the games began--and I took the Blight and the little sister down to the ``grandstand''--several tiers of backless benches with leaves for a canopy and the river singing through rhododendrons |
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