QUANTRELL with his band of sixty-three men were being followed by a force of seven hundred cavalrymen under Peabody. Peabody came up in the advance with three hundred men, while four hundred marched at a supporting distance behind him. Quantrell halted at Swearington’s barn and the Guerrillas were drying their blankets. One picket2, Hick George, an iron man, who could sleep in his saddle and eat as he ran and who suspected every act until he could fathom3 it, watched the rear against an attack. Peabody received George’s fire, for George would fire at an angel or devil in the line of his duty, and drove him toward Quantrell at a full run. Every preparation possible under the circumstances had been made and if the reception was not as cordial as expected, the Federals could attribute it to the long march and the rainy weather.
Quantrell stood at the gate calmly with his hand on the latch4; when George entered he would close and fasten it. Peabody’s forces were within thirty feet of the fence when the Guerrillas delivered a crashing blow and sixteen Federals crashed against the barricade5 and fell there. Others fell and more dropped out here and there before the disorganized mass got back safe again from the deadly revolver range. After them Quantrell himself dashed hotly, George Maddox,73 Jarrette, Cole Younger, George Morrow, Gregg, Blunt, Poole and Haller following them fast to the timber and upon their return gathering6 all the arms and ammunition7 of the killed as they went. At the timber Peabody rearranged his lines, dismounted his men and came forward again at a quick run, yelling. Do what he would, the charge spent itself before it could be called a charge.
Peabody arranged his men, dismounted them, and came forward again at a double-quick, and yelling. Do what he would, the charge again spent itself before it could be called a charge. Never nearer than one hundred yards of the fence, he skirmished at long range for nearly an hour and finally took up a position one mile south of the barn, awaiting reinforcements. Quantrell sent out Cole Younger, Poole, John Brinker and William Haller to “lay up close to Peabody,” as he expressed it, and keep him and his movements steadily8 in view.
The four daredevils multiplied themselves. They attacked the pickets9, rode around the whole camp in bravado10, firing upon it from every side, and finally agreed to send a flag of truce11 in to Peabody with this manner of a challenge:
“We, whose names are hereunto affixed12, respectfully ask of Colonel Peabody the privilege of fighting eight of his best men, hand to hand, and that he himself74 make the selection and send them out to us immediately.”
This was signed by the following: Coleman Younger, William Haller, David Poole and John Brinker.
Younger bore it. Tieing a white handkerchief to a stick he rode boldly up to the nearest picket and asked for a parley13. Six started towards him and he bade four go back. The message was carried to Peabody, but he laughed at it and scanned the prairie in every direction for the coming reinforcements. Meanwhile Quantrell was retreating. His four men cavorting14 about Peabody were to amuse him as long as possible and then get away as best they could. Such risks are often taken in war; to save one thousand men, one hundred are sometimes sacrificed. Death equally with exactness has its mathematics.
The reinforcements came up rapidly. One hundred joined Peabody on the prairie, and two hundred masked themselves by some timber on the north and advanced parallel with Quantrell’s line of retreat—a flank movement meant to be final. Haller hurried off to Quantrell to report, and Peabody, vigorous and alert, now threw out a cloud of cavalry1 skirmishers after the three remaining Guerrillas. The race was one for life. Both started their horses on a keen run. It was on the eve of harvest, and the wheat, breast high to the horse, flew away from before the feet of75 the racers as though the wind were driving through it an incarnate15 scythe16 blade. As Poole struck the eastern edge of this wheat a very large jack17, belonging to Swearingen, joined in the pursuit, braying18 loudly at every jump, and leading the Federals by a length. Comedy and tragedy were in the same field together. Carbines rang out, revolvers cracked, the jack brayed19, the Federals roared with merriment, and looking back over his shoulder as he rode on, Poole heard the laughter and saw the jack, and imagined the devil to be after him leading a lot of crazy people.
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1 cavalry | |
n.骑兵;轻装甲部队 | |
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2 picket | |
n.纠察队;警戒哨;v.设置纠察线;布置警卫 | |
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3 fathom | |
v.领悟,彻底了解 | |
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4 latch | |
n.门闩,窗闩;弹簧锁 | |
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5 barricade | |
n.路障,栅栏,障碍;vt.设路障挡住 | |
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6 gathering | |
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7 ammunition | |
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9 pickets | |
罢工纠察员( picket的名词复数 ) | |
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10 bravado | |
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11 truce | |
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adj.[医]附着的,附着的v.附加( affix的过去式和过去分词 );粘贴;加以;盖(印章) | |
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13 parley | |
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n. 长柄的大镰刀,战车镰; v. 以大镰刀割 | |
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n.插座,千斤顶,男人;v.抬起,提醒,扛举;n.(Jake)杰克 | |
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v.发出驴叫似的声音( bray的现在分词 );发嘟嘟声;粗声粗气地讲话(或大笑);猛击 | |
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v.发出驴叫似的声音( bray的过去式和过去分词 );发嘟嘟声;粗声粗气地讲话(或大笑);猛击 | |
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