Tecumseh : a Drama by Charles Mair
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Buckling their arms on, or, with tearful eyes,
Kissing them to the war! 1ST OLD MAN. The volunteers Will pass this way? CITIZEN. Yes, to the beach, and there Embark for Burlington, whence they will march To Long Point, taking open boats again, To plough the shallow Erie's treacherous flood. Such leaky craft as farmers market with: Rare bottoms, one sou-wester-driven wave Would heave against Lake Erie's wall of shore, And dash to fragments. 'Tis an awful hazard-- A danger which in apprehension lies, Yet palpable unto the spirit's touch, As earth to finger. 1ST OLD MAN. Let us hope a calm May lull this fretful and ill-tempered lake Whilst they ascend. [_Military music is heard._] CITIZEN. Hark! here our soldiers come. _Enter_ GENERAL BROCK, _with his aides,_ MACDONELL _and_ GLEGG, NICHOL, _and other Officers, followed by the Volunteers in companies. A concourse of citizens._ |
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