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Aeneid (Williams)/Book III

When Asia’s power and Priam’s race and throne, Though guiltless, were cast down by Heaven’s decree, When Ilium proud had fallen, and Neptune’s Troy In smouldering ash lay level with the ground, To wandering exile then and regions wild The gods by many an augury and sign Compelled us forth. We fashioned us a fleet Within Antander’s haven, in the shade Of Phrygian Ida’s peak (though knowing not Whither our fate would drive, or where afford A resting-place at last), and my small band Of warriors I arrayed. As soon as smiled The light of summer’s prime, my reverend sire Anchises bade us on the winds of Fate To spread all sail. Through tears I saw recede My native shore, the haven and the plains Where once was Troy. An exile on the seas, With son and followers and household shrines, And Troy’s great guardian-gods, I took my way.

There is a far-off land where warriors breed, Where Thracians till the boundless plains, and where The cruel-eyed Lycurgus once was king. Troy’s old ally it was, its deities Had brotherhood with ours before our fall. Thither I fared, and on its winding shores Set my first walls, though partial Fate opposed Our entrance there. In memory of my name I called its people the Æneadæ. Unto Dione’s daughter, and all gods Who blessed our young emprise, due gifts were paid; And unto the supreme celestial King I slew a fair white bull beside the sea. But haply near my place of sacrifice A mound was seen, and on the summit grew A copse of cornel and a myrtle tree, With spear-like limbs outbranched on every side. This I approached, and tried to rend away From its deep roots that grove of gloomy green, And dress my altars in its leafy boughs. But, horrible to tell, a prodigy Smote my astonished eyes: for the first time, Which from the earth with broken roots I drew, Dripped black with bloody drops, and gave the ground Dark stains of gore. Cold horror shook my frame, And every vein within me froze for fear. Once more I tried from yet another stock The pliant stem to tear, and to explore The mystery within,—but yet again The foul bark oozed with clots of blackest gore! From my deep-shaken soul I made a prayer To all the woodland nymphs and to divine Gradivus, patron of the Thracian plain, To bless this sight, to lift its curse away. But when at a third sheaf of myrtle spears I fell upon my knees, and tugged amain Against the adverse ground (I dread to tell!), A moaning and a wail from that deep grave Burst forth and murmured in my listening ear: “Why wound me, great Æneas, in my woe? “O, spare the dead, nor let thy holy hands “Do sacrilege and sin! I, Trojan-born, “Was kin of thine. This blood is not of trees. “Haste from this murderous shore, this land of greed. “O, I am Polydorus! Haste away! “Here was I pierced; a crop of iron spears “Has grown up o’er my breast, and multiplied “To all these deadly javelins, keen and strong.” Then stood I, burdened with dark doubt and fear I quailed, my hair rose and my utterance choked. For once this Polydorus, with much gold, Ill-fated Priam sent by stealth away For nurture with the Thracian king, what time Dardania’s war looked hopeless, and her towers Were ringed about by unrelenting siege. That king, when Ilium’s cause was ebbing low, And fortune frowned, gave o’er his plighted faith To Agamemnon’s might and victory; He scorned all honor and did murder foul On Polydorus, seizing lawlessly On all the gold. O, whither at thy will, Curst greed of gold, may mortal hearts be driven?

Soon as my shuddering ceased, I told this tale Of prodigies before the people’s chiefs, Who sat in conclave with my kingly sire, And bade them speak their reverend counsel forth. All found one voice; to leave that land of sin, Where foul abomination had profaned A stranger’s right; and once more to resign Our fleet unto the tempest and the wave. But fit and solemn funeral rites were paid To Polydorus. A high mound we reared Of heaped-up earth, and to his honored shade Built a perpetual altar, sadly drest In cypress dark and purple pall of woe. Our Ilian women wailed with loosened hair; New milk was sprinkled from a foaming cup, And from the shallow bowl fresh blood out-poured Upon the sacred ground. So in its tomb We laid his ghost to rest, and loudly sang, With prayer for peace, the long, the last farewell.

After these things, when first the friendly sea Looked safe and fair, and o’er its tranquil plain Light-whispering breezes bade us launch away, My men drew down our galleys to the brine, Thronging the shore. Soon out of port we ran, And watched the hills and cities fading far.

There is a sacred island in mid-seas, To fruitful Doris and to Neptune dear, Which grateful Phœbus, wielder of the bow, The while it drifted loose from land to land, Chained firmly where the crags of Gyaros And Myconos uptower, and bade it rest Immovable, in scorn of wind and wave. Thither I sped; by this my weary ships Found undisturbed retreat and haven fair. To land we came and saw with reverent eyes Apollo’s citadel. King Anius, His people’s king, and priest at Phœbus’ fane, Came forth to meet us, wearing on his brow The fillets and a holy laurel crown. Unto Anchises he gave greeting kind, Claimed old acquaintance, grasped us by the hand, And bade us both his roof and welcome share.

Then, kneeling at the shrine of time-worn stone: “Thou who at Thymbra on the Trojan shore “Hast often blessed my prayer, O, give to me “A hearth and home, and to this war-worn band “Defensive towers and offspring multiplied “In an abiding city; give to Troy “A second citadel, that shall survive “Achilles’ wrath and all our Argive foe. “Whom shall we follow? Whither lies our way? “Where wilt thou grant us an abiding-place? “Send forth, O King, thy voice oracular, “And on our spirits move.” Scarce had I spoke When sudden trembling through the laurels ran And smote the holy portals; far and wide The mighty ridges of the mountain shook, And from the opening shrine the tripod moaned. Prostrate to earth we fall, as on our ears This utterance breaks: “O breed of iron men, “Ye sons of Dardanus! the self-same land “Where bloomed at first your far-descended stem “Shall to its bounteous bosom draw ye home. “Seek out your ancient Mother! There at last “Æneas’ race shall reign on every shore, “And his sons’ sons, and all their house to be.”

So Phœbus spoke; and mighty joy uprose From all my thronging people, who would know Where Phœbus’ city lay, and whitherward The god ordained the wandering tribe’s return. Then spake my father, pondering olden days And sacred memories of heroes gone: “Hear, chiefs and princes, what your hopes shall be! “The Isle of Crete, abode of lofty Jove, “Rests in the middle sea. Thence Ida soars; “There is the cradle of our race. It boasts “A hundred cities, seats of fruitful power. “Thence our chief sire, if duly I recall “The olden tale, King Teucer sprung, who first “Touched on the Trojan shore, and chose his seat “Of kingly power. There was no Ilium then “Nor towered Pergama; in lowly vales “Their dwelling; hence the ancient worship given “To the Protectress of Mount Cybele, “Mother of Gods, what time in Ida’s grove “The brazen Corybantic cymbals clang. “Or sacred silence guards her mystery, “And lions yoked her royal chariot draw. “Up, then, and follow the behests divine! “Pour offering to the winds, and point your keels “Unto that realm of Minos. It is near. “If Jove but bless, the third day’s dawn should see “Our ships at Cretan land.” So, having said, He slew the victims for each altar’s praise. A bull to Neptune, and a bull to thee, O beauteous Apollo! A black lamb Unto the clouds and storms; but fleece and snow To the mild zephyrs was our offering.

The tale was told us that Idomeneus, From his hereditary kingdom driven, Had left his Crete abandoned, that no foe Now harbored there, but all its dwellings lay Untenanted of man. So forth we sailed Out of the port of Delos, and sped far Along the main. The mænad-haunted hills Of Naxos came in view; the ridges green Of fair Donysa, with Olearos, And Paros, gleaming white, and Cyclades Scattered among the waves, as close we ran Where thick-strewn islands vex the channelled seas. With rival shout the sailors cheerly called: “On, comrades! On, to Crete and to our sires!” Freely behind us blew the friendly winds, And gave smooth passage to that fabled shore, The land of the Curetes, friends of Jove. There eagerly I labored at the walls Of our long-prayed-for city; and its name Was Pergamea; to my Trojan band, Pleased with such name, I gave command to build Altar and hearth, and raise the lofty tower. But scarce the ships were beached along the strand (While o’er the isle my busy mariners Ploughed in new fields and took them wives once more,— I giving homes and laws) when suddenly A pestilence from some infectious sky Seized on man’s flesh, and horribly exhaled O’er trees and crops a fatal year of plague. Some breathed their last, while others weak and worn Lived on; the dog-star parched the barren fields; Grass withered, and the sickly, mouldering corn Refused us life. My aged father then Bade us re-cross the waves and re-implore Apollo’s mercy at his island shrine; If haply of our weariness and woe He might vouchsafe the end, or bid us find Help for our task, or guidance o’er the sea.

’T was night, and sleep possessed all breathing things; When, lo! the sacred effigies divine, The Phrygian gods which through the flames I bore From fallen Troy, seemed in a vision clear To stand before me where I slumbering lay, Bathed in bright beams which from the moon at full Streamed through the latticed wall: and thus they spoke To soothe my care away. “Apollo’s word, “Which in far Delos the god meant for thee, “Is uttered here. Behold, he sends ourselves “To this thy house, before thy prayer is made. “We from Troy’s ashes have companioned thee “In every fight; and we the swollen seas, “Guided by thee, in thine own ships have crossed; “Our prayer divine shall set among the stars “Thy seed to be, and to thy city give “Dominion evermore. For mighty men “Go build its mighty walls! Seek not to shun “The hard, long labors of an exile’s way. “Change this abode! Not thine this Cretan shore, “Nor here would Delian Phœbus have thee bide. “There is a land the roving Greeks have named “Hesperia. It is a storied realm “Made mighty by great wars and fruitful glebe. “Œnotrians had it, and their sons, ’t is said, “Have called it Italy, a chieftain’s name “To a whole region given. That land alone “Our true abode can be; for Dardanus “Was cradled there, and old Iasius, “The venerated sire of all our line. “Arise! go forth and cheer thy father gray “With the glad tidings! Bid him doubt no more! “Ausonia seek and Corythus; for Jove “Denies this Cretan realm to thine and thee.”

I marvelled at the heavenly presences So vocal and so bright, for ’t was not sleep; But face to face I deemed I could discern Each countenance august and holy brow, Each mantled head; and from my body ran Cold sweat of awe. From my low couch I sprang, Lifting to heaven my suppliant hands and prayer, And o’er my hearth poured forth libations free. After th’ auspicious offering, I told Anchises the whole tale in order due.

He owned our stock two-branched, of our great sires The twofold line, and that his thought had strayed, In new confusion mingling ancient names; Then spoke: “O son, in Ilium’s doom severe “Afflicted ever! To my ears alone “This dark vicissitude Cassandra sang. “I mind me now that her wild tongue foretold “Such destiny. For oft she called aloud “‘Hesperia!’ oft ‘Italia’s kingdom!’ called. “But who had faith that Teucer’s sons should come “To far Hesperia? What mortal ear “Gave heed to sad Cassandra’s voice divine? “Now Phœbus speaks. Obedient let us be, “And, warned by him, our happier lot pursue!”

He spoke: with heart of hope we all obeyed; Again we changed abode; and, leaving there A feeble few, again with spreading sails We coursed in hollow ship the spacious sea. When from the deep the shores had faded far, And only sky and sea were round our way, Full in the zenith hung a purple cloud, Storm-laden, dark as night, and every wave Grew black and angry, while perpetual gales Came rolling o’er the main, and mountain-high The wreckful surges rose; our ships were hurled Wide o’er the whirling waters; thunder-clouds And misty murk of night made end of all The light of heaven, save where the rifted storm Flashed with the oft-reiterate shaft of Jove. Then went we drifting, beaten from our course, Upon a trackless sea. Not even the eyes Of Palinurus could tell night from noon Or ken our way. Three days of blinding dark, Three nights without a star, we roved the seas; The fourth, land seemed to rise. Far distant hills And rolling smoke we saw. Down came our sails, Out flew the oars, and with prompt stroke the crews Swept the dark waves and tossed the crested foam.

From such sea-peril safe, I made the shores Of Strophades,—a name the Grecians gave To islands in the broad Ionic main,— The Strophades, where dread Celæno bides, With other Harpies, who had quit the halls Of stricken Phineus, and for very fear Fled from the routed feast; no prodigy More vile than these, nor plague more pitiless Ere rose by wrath divine from Stygian wave; Birds seem they, but with face like woman-kind; Foul-flowing bellies, hands covered with crooked claws, And ghastly lips they have, with hunger pale. Scarce had we made the haven, when, behold! Fair herds of cattle roaming a wide plain, And horned goats, untended, feeding free In pastures green, surprised our happy eyes. With eager blades we ran to take and slay, Asking of every god, and chiefly Jove, To share the welcome prize: we ranged a feast, With turf-built couches and a banquet-board Along the curving strand. But in a trice, Down from the high hills swooping horribly, The Harpies loudly shrieking, flapped their wings, Snatched at our meats, and with infectious touch Polluted all; infernal was their cry, The stench most vile. Once more in covert far Beneath a caverned rock, and close concealed With trees and branching shade, we raised aloft Our tables, altars, and rekindled fires. Once more from haunts unknown the clamorous flock From every quarter flew, and seized its prey With taloned feet and carrion lip most foul. I called my mates to arms and opened war On that accursed brood. My band obeyed; And, hiding in deep grass their swords and shields, In ambush lay. But presently the foe Swept o’er the winding shore with loud alarm: Then from a sentry-crag, Misenus blew A signal on his hollow horn. My men Flew to the combat strange, and fain would wound With martial steel those foul birds of the sea; But on their sides no wounding blade could fall, Nor any plume be marred. In swiftest flight To starry skies they soared, and left on earth Their half-gnawed, stolen feast, and footprints foul. Celæno only on a beetling crag Took lofty perch, and, prophetess of ill, Shrieked malediction from her vulture breast: “Because of slaughtered kine and ravished herd, “Sons of Laomedon, have ye made war? “And will ye from their rightful kingdom drive “The guiltless Harpies? Hear, O, hear my word “(Long in your bosoms may it rankle sore!) “Which Jove omnipotent to Phœbus gave, “Phœbus gave to me: a word of doom, which I, “The Furies’ elder sister, here unfold: “‘To Italy ye fare. The willing winds “‘Your call have heard; and ye shall have your prayer “‘In some Italian haven safely moored. “‘But never shall ye rear the circling walls “‘Of your own city, till for this our blood “‘By you unjustly spilt, your famished jaws “‘Bite at your tables, aye,—and half devour.’” She spoke: her pinions bore her to the grove, And she was seen no more. But all my band Shuddered with shock of fear in each cold vein; Their drooping spirits trusted swords no more, But turned to prayers and offerings, asking grace, Scarce knowing if those creatures were divine, Or but vast birds, ill-omened and unclean.

Father Anchises to the gods in heaven Uplifted suppliant hands, and on that shore Due ritual made, crying aloud; “Ye gods “Avert this curse, this evil turn away! “Smile, Heaven, upon your faithful votaries.” Then bade he launch away, the chain undo, Set every cable free and spread all sail. O’er the white waves we flew, and took our way Where’er the helmsman or the winds could guide. Now forest-clad Zacynthus met our gaze, Engirdled by the waves; Dulichium, Samè, and Neritos, a rocky steep, Uprose. We passed the cliffs of Ithaca That called Laertes king, and flung our curse On fierce Ulysses’ hearth and native land. Nigh hoar Lucate’s clouded crest we drew, Where Phœbus’ temple, feared by mariners, Loomed o’er us; thitherward we steered and reached The little port and town. Our weary fleet Dropped anchor, and lay beached along the strand. So, safe at land, our hopeless peril past, We offered thanks to Jove, and kindled high His altars with our feast and sacrifice; Then, gathering on Actium’s holy shore, Made fair solemnities of pomp and game. My youth, anointing their smooth, naked limbs, Wrestled our wonted way. For glad were we, Who past so many isles of Greece had sped And ’scaped our circling foes. Now had the sun Rolled through the year’s full circle, and the waves Were rough with icy winter’s northern gales. I hung for trophy on that temple door A swelling shield of brass (which once was worn By mighty Abas) graven with this line:

Then from that haven I command them forth; My good crews take the thwarts, smiting the sea With rival strokes, and skim the level main. Soon sank Phæacia’s wind-swept citadels Out of our view; we skirted the bold shores Of proud Epirus, in Chaonian land, And made Buthrotum’s port and towering town. Here wondrous tidings met us, that the son Of Priam, Helenus, held kingly sway O’er many Argive cities, having wed The Queen of Pyrrhus, great Achilles’ son, And gained his throne; and that Andromache Once more was wife unto a kindred lord. Amazement held me; all my bosom burned To see the hero’s face and hear this tale Of strange vicissitude. So up I climbed, Leaving the haven, fleet, and friendly shore.

That self-same hour outside the city walls, Within a grove where flowed the mimic stream Of a new Simois, Andromache, With offerings to the dead, and gifts of woe, Poured forth libation, and invoked the shade Of Hector, at a tomb which her fond grief Had consecrated to perpetual tears, Though void; a mound of fair green turf it stood, And near it rose twin altars to his name. She saw me drawing near; our Trojan helms Met her bewildered eyes, and, terror-struck At the portentous sight, she swooning fell And lay cold, rigid, lifeless, till at last, Scarce finding voice, her lips addressed me thus: “Have I true vision? Bringest thou the word “Of truth, O goddess-born? Art still in flesh? “Or if sweet light be fled, my Hector, where?” With flood of tears she spoke, and all the grove Reëchoed to her cry. Scarce could I frame Brief answer to her passion, but replied With broken voice and accents faltering: “I live, ’tis true. I lengthen out my days “Through many a desperate strait. But O, believe “That what thine eyes behold is vision true. “Alas! what lot is thine, that wert unthroned “From such a husband’s side? What after-fate “Could give thee honor due? Andromache, “Once Hector’s wife, is Pyrrhus still thy lord?”

“With drooping brows and lowly voice she cried: “O, happy only was that virgin blest, “Daughter of Priam, summoned forth to die “In sight of Ilium, on a foeman’s tomb! “No casting of the lot her doom decreed, “Nor came she to her conqueror’s couch a slave. “Myself from burning Ilium carried far “O’er seas and seas, endured the swollen pride “Of that young scion of Achilles’ race, “And bore him as his slave a son. When he “Sued for Hermione, of Leda’s line, “And nuptial-bond with Lacedæmon’s lords, “I, the slave-wife, to Helenus was given, “And slave was wed with slave. But afterward “Orestes, crazed by loss of her he loved, “And ever fury-driven from crime to crime, “Crept upon Pyrrhus in a careless hour “And murdered him upon his own hearth-stone. “Part of the realm of Neoptolemus “Fell thus to Helenus, who called his lands “Chaonian, and in Trojan Chaon’s name “His kingdom is Chaonia. Yonder height “Is Pergamus, our Ilian citadel. “What power divine did waft thee to our shore, “Not knowing whither? Tell me of the boy “Ascanius! Still breathes he earthly air? “In Troy she bore him—is he mourning still “That mother ravished from his childhood’s eyes? “What ancient valor stirs the manly soul “Of thine own son, of Hector’s sister’s child?”

Thus poured she forth full many a doleful word With unavailing tears. But as she ceased, Out of the city gates appeared the son Of Priam, Helenus, with princely train. He welcomed us as kin, and glad at heart Gave guidance to his house, though oft his words Fell faltering and few, with many a tear. Soon to a humbler Troy I lift my eyes, And of a mightier Pergamus discern The towering semblance; there a scanty stream Runs on in Xanthus’ name, and my glad arms The pillars of a Scæan gate embrace. My Teucrian mariners with welcome free Enjoyed the friendly town; his ample halls Our royal host threw wide; full wine-cups flowed Within the palace; golden feast was spread, And many a goblet quaffed. Day followed day, While favoring breezes beckoned us to sea, And swelled the waiting canvas as they blew. Then to the prophet-priest I made this prayer:

“Offspring of Troy, interpreter of Heaven! “Who knowest Phœbus’ power, and readest well “The tripod, stars, and vocal laurel leaves “To Phœbus dear, who know’st of every bird “The ominous swift wing or boding song, “O, speak! For all my course good omens showed, “And every god admonished me to sail “In quest of Italy’s far-distant shores; “But lone Celæno, heralding strange woe, “Foretold prodigious horror, vengeance dark, “And vile, unnatural hunger. How elude “Such perils? Or by what hard duty done “May such huge host of evils vanquished be?”

Then Helenus, with sacrifice of kine In order due, implored the grace of Heaven, Unloosed the fillets from his sacred brow, And led me, Phœbus, to thy temple’s door, Awed by th’ o’er-brooding godhead, whose true priest, With lips inspired, made this prophetic song:

“O goddess-born, indubitably shines “The blessing of great gods upon thy path “Across the sea; the heavenly King supreme “Thy destiny ordains; ’t is he unfolds “The grand vicissitude, which now pursues “A course immutable. I will declare “Of thy large fate a certain bounded part; “That fearless thou may’st view the friendly sea, “And in Ausonia’s haven at the last “Find thee a fixed abode. Than this no more “The Sister Fates to Helenus unveil, “And Juno, Saturn’s daughter, grants no more. “First, that Italia (which nigh at hand “Thou deemst, and wouldst fondly enter in “By yonder neighboring bays) lies distant far “O’er trackless course and long, with interval “Of far-extended lands. Thine oars must ply “The waves of Sicily; thy fleet must cleave “The large expanse of that Ausonian brine; “The waters of Avernus thou shalt see, “And that enchanted island where abides “Ææan Circe, ere on tranquil shore “Thou mayest plant thy nation. Lo! a sign “I tell thee; hide this wonder in thy heart: “Beside a certain stream’s sequestered wave, “Thy troubled eyes, in shadowy ilex grove “That fringes on the river, shall descry “A milk-white, monstrous sow, with teeming brood “Of thirty young, new littered, white like her, “All clustering at her teats, as prone she lies. “There is thy city’s safe, predestined ground, “And there thy labors’ end. Vex not thy heart “About those ‘tables bitten,’ for kind fate “Thy path will show, and Phœbus bless thy prayer. “But from these lands and yon Italian shore, “Where from this sea of ours the tide sweeps in, “Escape and flee, for all its cities hold “Pernicious Greeks, thy foes: the Locri there “Have builded walls; the wide Sallentine fields “Are filled with soldiers of Idomeneus; “There Melibœan Philoctetes’ town, “Petilia, towers above its little wall. “Yea, even when thy fleet has crossed the main, “And from new altars built along the shore “Thy vows to Heaven are paid, throw o’er thy head “A purple mantle, veiling well thy brows, “Lest, while the sacrificial fire ascends “In offering to the gods, thine eye behold “Some face of foe, and every omen fail. “Let all thy people keep this custom due, “And thou thyself be faithful; let thy seed “Forever thus th’ immaculate rite maintain.

“After departing hence, thou shalt be blown “Toward Sicily, and strait Pelorus’ bounds “Will open wide. Then take the leftward way: “Those leftward waters in long circuit sweep, “Far from that billowy coast, the opposing side. “These regions, so they tell, in ages gone “By huge and violent convulsion riven “(Such mutability is wrought by time), “Sprang wide asunder; where the doubled strand “Sole and continuous lay, the sea’s vast power “Burst in between, and bade its waves divide “Hesperia’s bosom from fair Sicily, “While with a straitened firth it interflowed “Their fields and cities sundered shore from shore. “The right side Scylla keeps; the left is given “To pitiless Charybdis, who draws down “To the wild whirling of her steep abyss “The monster waves, and ever and anon “Flings them at heaven, to lash the tranquil stars. “But Scylla, prisoned in her eyeless cave, “Thrusts forth her face, and pulls upon the rocks “Ship after ship; the parts that first be seen “Are human; a fair-breasted virgin she, “Down to the womb; but all that lurks below “Is a huge-membered fish, where strangely join “The flukes of dolphins and the paunch of wolves. “Better by far to round the distant goal “Of the Trinacrian headlands, veering wide “From thy true course, than ever thou shouldst see “That shapeless Scylla in her vaulted cave, “Where grim rocks echo her dark sea-dogs’ roar. “Yea, more, if aught of prescience be bestowed “On Helenus, if trusted prophet he, “And Phœbus to his heart true voice have given, “O goddess-born, one counsel chief of all “I tell thee oft, and urge it o’er and o’er. “To Juno’s godhead lift thy loudest prayer; “To Juno chant a fervent votive song, “And with obedient offering persuade “That potent Queen. So shalt thou, triumphing, “To Italy be sped, and leave behind “Trinacria. When wafted to that shore, “Repair to Cumæ’s hill, and to the Lake “Avernus with its whispering grove divine. “There shalt thou see a frenzied prophetess, “Who from beneath the hollow scarpèd crag “Sings oracles, or characters on leaves “Mysterious names. Whate’er the virgin writes, “On leaves inscribing the portentous song, “She sets in order, and conceals them well “In her deep cave, where they abide unchanged “In due array. Yet not a care has she, “If with some swinging hinge a breeze sweeps in, “To catch them as they whirl: if open door “Disperse them fluttering through the hollow rock, “She will not link their shifted sense anew, “Nor re-invent her fragmentary song. “Oft her answered votaries depart, “Scorning the Sibyl’s shrine. But deem not thou “Thy tarrying too long, whate’er thy stay. “Though thy companions chide, though winds of power “Invite thy ship to sea, and well would speed “The swelling sail, yet to that Sibyl go. “Pray that her own lips may sing forth for thee “The oracles, uplifting her dread voice “In willing prophecy. Her rede shall tell “Of Italy, its wars and tribes to be, “And of what way each burden and each woe “May be escaped, or borne. Her favoring aid “Will grant swift, happy voyages to thy prayer. “Such counsels Heaven to my lips allows. “Arise, begone! and by thy glorious deeds “Set Troy among the stars!”

So spake the prophet with benignant voice. Then gifts he bade be brought of heavy gold And graven ivory, which to our ships He bade us bear; each bark was loaded full With massy silver and Dodona’s pride Of brazen cauldrons; a cuirass he gave Of linkèd gold enwrought and triple chain; A noble helmet, too, with flaming crest And lofty cone, th’ accoutrement erewhile Of Neoptolemus. My father too Had fit gifts from the King; whose bounty then Gave steeds and riders; and new gear was sent To every sea-worn ship, while he supplied Seafarers’ kit to all my loyal crews.

Anchises bade us speedily set sail, Nor lose a wind so fair; and answering him, Apollo’s priest made reverent adieu: “Anchises, honored by the love sublime “Of Venus’ self and twice in safety borne “From falling Troy, chief care of kindly Heaven, “Th’ Ausonian shore is thine. Sail thitherward! “For thou art pre-ordained to travel far “O’er yonder seas; far in the distance lies “That region of Ausonia, Phœbus’ voice “To thee made promise of. Onward, I say, “O blest in the exceeding loyal love “Of thy dear son! Why keep thee longer now? “Why should my words yon gathering winds detain?” Likewise Andromache in mournful guise Took last farewell, bringing embroidered robes Of golden woof; a princely Phrygian cloak She gave Ascanius, vying with the King In gifts of honor; and threw o’er the boy The labors of her loom, with words like these: “Accept these gifts, sweet youth, memorials “Of me and my poor handicraft, to prove “Th’ undying friendship of Andromache, “Once Hector’s wife. Take these last offerings “Of those who are thy kin—O thou that art “Of my Astyanax in all this world “The only image! His thy lovely eyes! “Thy hands, thy lips, are even what he bore, “And like thy own his youthful bloom would be.”

Thus I made answer, turning to depart With rising tears: “Live on, and be ye blessed, “Whose greatness is accomplished! As for me, “From change to change Fate summons, and I go; “But ye have won repose. No leagues of sea “Await your cleaving keel. Not yours the quest “Of fading Italy’s delusive shore. “Here a new Xanthus and a second Troy “Your labor fashioned and your eyes may see— “More blest, I trust, less tempting to our foes! “If e’er on Tiber and its bordering vales “I safely enter, and these eyes behold “Our destined walls, then in fraternal bond “Let our two nations live, whose mutual boast “Is one Dardanian blood, one common story. “Epirus with Hesperia shall be “One Troy in heart and soul. But this remains “For our sons’ sons the happy task and care.” Forth o’er the seas we sped and kept our course Nigh the Ceraunian headland, where begins The short sea-passage unto Italy. Soon sank the sun, while down the shadowed hills Stole deeper gloom; then making shore, we flung Our bodies on a dry, sea-bordering sand, Couched on earth’s welcome breast; the oars were ranged In order due; the tides of slumber dark O’erflowed our lives. But scarce the chariot Of Night, on wings of swift, obedient Hours, Had touched the middle sky, when wakeful sprang Good Palinurus from his pillowed stone: With hand at ear he caught each airy gust And questioned of the winds; the gliding stars He called by name, as onward they advanced Through the still heaven; Arcturus he beheld, The Hyades, rain-bringers, the twin Bears, And vast Orion girt in golden arms. He blew a trumpet from his ship; our camp Stirred to the signal for embarking; soon We rode the seas once more with swelling sail.

Scarce had Aurora’s purple from the sky Warned off the stars, when lying very low Along th’ horizon, the dimmed hills we saw Of Italy; Achates first gave cry “Italia!” with answering shouts of joy, My comrades’ voices cried, “Italia, hail!” Anchises, then, wreathed a great bowl with flowers And filled with wine, invoking Heaven to bless, And thus he prayed from our ship’s lofty stern: “O lords of land and sea and every storm! “Breathe favoring breezes for our onward way!” Fresh blew the prayed-for winds. A haven fair Soon widened near us; and its heights were crowned By a Greek fane to Pallas. Yet my men Furled sail and shoreward veered the pointing prow.

The port receding from the orient wave Is curved into a bow; on either side The jutting headlands toss the salt sea-foam And hide the bay itself. Like double wall The towered crags send down protecting arms, While distant from the shore the temple stands. Here on a green sward, the first omen given, I saw four horses grazing through the field, Each white as snow. Father Anchises cried: “Is war thy gift, O new and alien land? “Horses make war; of war these creatures bode. “Yet oft before the chariot of peace “Their swift hoofs go, and on their necks they bear “Th’ obedient yoke and rein. Therefore a hope “Of peace is also ours.” Then we implored Minerva’s mercy, at her sacred shrine, The mail-clad goddess who gave welcome there; And at an altar, mantling well our brows The Phrygian way, as Helenus ordained, We paid the honors his chief counsel urged, With blameless rite, to Juno, Argive Queen. No tarrying now, but after sacrifice We twirled the sailyards and shook out all sail, Leaving the cities of the sons of Greece And that distrusted land. Tarentum’s bay Soon smiled before us, town of Hercules, If fame be true; opposing it uptowers Lacinia’s headland unto Juno dear, The heights of Caulon, and that sailor’s bane, Ship-shattering Scylaceum. Thence half seen, Trinacrian Ætna cleaves th’ horizon line; We hear from far the crash of shouting seas, Where lifted billows leap the tide-swept sand.

Father Anchises cried: “’Tis none but she— “Charybdis! Helenus this reef foretold, “And rocks of dreadful name. O, fly, my men! “Rise like one man with long, strong sweep of oars!” Not unobedient they! First Palinure Veered to the leftward wave the willing keel, And sails and oars together leftward strove. We shot to skyward on the arching surge, Then, as she sank, dropped deeper than the grave; Thrice bellowed the vast cliffs from vaulted wall; Thrice saw we spouted foam and showers of stars.

After these things both wind and sun did fail; And weary, worn, not witting of our way, We drifted shoreward to the Cyclops’ land. A spreading bay is there, impregnable To all invading storms; and Ætna’s throat With roar of frightful ruin thunders nigh. Now to the realm of light it lifts a cloud Of pitch-black, whirling smoke, and fiery dust, Shooting out globes of flame, with monster tongues That lick the stars; now huge crags of itself, Out of the bowels of the mountain torn, Its maw disgorges, while the molten rock Rolls screaming skyward; from the nether deep The fathomless abyss makes ebb and flow. Enceladus, his body lightning-scarred, Lies prisoned under all, so runs the tale: O’er him gigantic Ætna breathes in fire From crack and seam; and if he haply turn To change his wearied side, Trinacria’s isle Trembles and moans, and thick fumes mantle heaven.

That night in screen and covert of a grove We bore the dire convulsion, unaware Whence the loud horror came. For not a star Its lamp allowed, but all was gloom, And frowning night confined the moon in cloud.

When from the eastern waves the light of morn Began to peer, and from the upper sky Aurora flamed away the dark and dew, Out of the forest sprang a startling shape Of hunger-wasted misery; a man In wretched guise, who shoreward came with hands Outstretched in supplication. We turned back And scanned him well. All grime and foulness he, With long and tangled beard, his savage garb Fastened with thorns; but in all else he seemed A Greek, and in his country’s league of arms Sent to the siege of Troy. When he beheld The Dardan habit, and our Trojan steel, He somewhat paused, as if in dread dismay Such sight to see, and falteringly moved; But soon with headlong steps he sought the shore, Ejaculating broken sobs and prayers: “By stars above! By gods on high! O, hear! “By this bright heavenly air we mortals breathe, “Save me, sweet Trojans! Carry me away “Unto what land ye will! I ask no more. “I came, I know it, in the ships of Greece; “And I did war, ’t is true, with Ilium’s gods. “O, if the crime deserve it, fling my corse “On yonder waves, and in the boundless brine “Sink me forever! Give me in my death “The comfort that by human hands I die.”

He clasped our knees, and writhing on his own Clung fast. We bid him tell his race and name, And by what fate pursued. Anchises gave His own right hand in swift and generous aid, And by prompt token cheered the exile’s heart, Who, banishing his fears, poured forth this tale:—

“My home was Ithaca, and I partook “The fortunes of Ulysses evil-starred. “My name is Achemenides, my sire “Was Adamastus, and I sailed for Troy, “Being so poor,—O, that I ne’er had changed “The lot I bore! In yon vast Cyclops’ cave “My comrades, flying from its gruesome door, “Left me behind, forgotten. ’T is a house “Of gory feasts of flesh, ’t is deep and dark, “And vaulted high. He looms as high as heaven; “I pray the blessèd gods to rid the earth “Of the vile monster! None can look on him, “None speak with him. He feeds on clotted gore “Of disembowelled men. These very eyes “Saw him seize two of our own company, “And, as he lolled back in the cave, he clutched “And dashed them on the stones, fouling the floor “With torrent of their blood; myself I saw him “Crunch with his teeth the dripping, bloody limbs “Still hot and pulsing on his hungry jaw. “But not without reward! For such a sight “Ulysses would not brook, and Ithaca “Forgot not in such strait the name he bore. “For soon as, gorged with feasting and o’ercome “With drunken slumber, the foul giant lay “Sprawled through the cave, his head dropped helpless down, “Disgorging as he slept thick drool of gore “And gobbets drenched with bloody wine; then we, “Calling on Heaven and taking place by lot, “Drew round him like one man, and with a beam “Sharpened at end bored out that monster eye, “Which, huge and sole, lay under the grim brow, “Round as an Argive shield or Phœbus’ star. “Thus took we joyful vengeance for the shades “Of our lost mates. But, O ill-fated men! “Fly, I implore, and cut the cables free “Along the beach! For in the land abide, “Like Polyphemus, who in hollow cave “Kept fleecy sheep, and milked his fruitful ewes, “A hundred other, huge as he, who rove “Wide o’er this winding shore and mountains fair: “Cyclops accursèd, bestial! Thrice the moon “Has filled her horns with light, while here I dwell “In lonely woods and lairs of creatures wild; “Or from tall cliffs out-peering I discern “The Cyclops, and shrink shuddering from the sound “Of their vast step and cry. My sorry fare “Is berries and hard cornels dropped from trees, “Or herb-roots torn out from the niggard ground. “Though watching the whole sea, only to-day “Have I had sight of ships. To you I fled. “Whate’er ye be, it was my only prayer “To ’scape that monster brood. I ask no more. “O, set me free by any death ye will!”

He scarce had said, when moving o’er the crest Of a high hill a giant shape we saw: That shepherd Polyphemus, with his flocks Down-wending to the well-known water-side; Huge, shapeless, horrible, with blinded eye, Bearing a lopped pine for a staff, he made His footing sure, while the white, fleecy sheep, Sole pleasure now, and solace of his woes, Ran huddling at his side. Soon to the vast flood of the level brine He came, and washed the flowing gore away From that out-hollowed eye; he gnashed his teeth, Groaning, and deep into the watery way Stalked on, his tall bulk wet by scarce a wave. We fled in haste, though far, and with us bore The truthful suppliant; cut silently The anchor-ropes, and, bending to the oar, Swept on with eager strokes clean out to sea. Aware he was, and toward our loud halloo Whirled sudden round; but when no power had he To seize or harm, nor could his fierce pursuit O’ertake the Ionian surges as they rolled, He raised a cry incredible; the sea With all its billows trembled; the wide shore Of Italy from glens and gorges moaned, And Ætna roared from every vaulted cave. Then rallied from the grove-clad, lofty isle The Cyclops’ clan, and lined the beach and bay. We saw each lonely eyeball glare in vain, As side by side those brothers Ætna-born Stood towering high, a conclave dark and dire: As when, far up some mountain’s famous crest, Wind-fronting oaks or cone-clad cypresses Have made assembling in the solemn hills, Jove’s giant wood or Dian’s sacred grove.

We, terror-struck, would fly we knew not where, With loosened sheet and canvas swelling strong Before a welcome wind; but Helenus Bade us both Scylla and Charybdis fear, Where ’twixt the twain death straitly hems the way; And so the counsel was to veer our bark The course it came. But lo! a northern gale Burst o’er us from Pelorus’ narrowed side, And on we rode far past Pantagia’s bay Of unhewn rock, and past the haven strong Of Megara, and Thapsus lying low. Such were the names retold, and such the shores Shown us by Achemenides, whose fate Made him familiar there, for he had sailed With evil-starred Ulysses o’er that sea.

Off the Sicilian shore an island lies, Wave-washed Plemmyrium, called in olden days Ortygia; here Alpheus, river-god, From Elis flowed by secret sluice, they say, Beneath the sea, and mingles at thy mouth, Fair Arethusa! with Sicilian waves. Our voices hailed the great gods of the land With reverent prayer; then skirted we the shore, Where smooth Helorus floods the fruitful plain. Under Pachynus’ beetling precipice We kept our course; then Camarína rose In distant view, firm-seated evermore By Fate’s decree; and that far-spreading vale Of Gela, with the name of power it takes From its wide river; and, uptowering far, The ramparts of proud Acragus appeared, Where fiery steeds were bred in days of old. Borne by the winds, along thy coast I fled, Selinus, green with palm! and past the shore Of Lilybæum with its treacherous reef; Till at the last the port of Drepanum Received me to its melancholy strand. Here, woe is me! outworn by stormful seas, My sire, sole comfort of my grievous doom, Anchises ceased to be. O best of sires! Here didst thou leave me in the weary way; Through all our perils—O the bitter loss!— Borne safely, but in vain. King Helenus, Whose prophet-tongue of dark events foretold, Spoke not this woe; nor did Celæno’s curse Of this forebode. Such my last loss and pain; Such, of my weary way, the destined goal. From thence departing, the divine behest Impelled me to thy shores, O listening queen!

Such was, while all gave ear, the tale sublime Father Æneas, none but he, set forth Of wanderings and of dark decrees divine: Silent at last, he ceased, and took repose.

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 86 and especially on the staff, of which he (Colonel Stone) was a member, wrote a letter to the Rev. J. William Jones, D. D., the then editor of the Historical Society Papers, in which he undertook to show that the Myers letter was not written by any officer in General Sherman's army, (This letter can be found in Vol. 13, S. H. S. Papers, page 439.) The reasons assigned by Colonel Stone were plausibly set forth, and Dr. Jones, in his anxiety to do justice even to Sherman's "bummers," after publishing Colonel Stone's letter, said editorially, he was " frank to admit that Colonel Stone seems to have made out his case against the authenticity of this letter." If the matter had rested here, we would not have thought of using this letter in our report, notwithstanding the fact (1) that we think the letter bears the impress of genuineness on its face; (2) it is vouched for by what Dr. Jones termed a "responsible source," and what the first paper publishing it cited as a "distinguished lady," who, it also stated, said that the original was "still preserved and could be shown and substantiated;" (3) the statements contained in Colonel Stone's letter are only his statements, uncorroborated and not vouched for by any one, or by any documentary evidence of any kind, and being those of an alleged accomplice, are not entitled to any weight in a court of justice; (4) we think the reasons assigned by Colonel Stone for the non-genuineness of this letter are for the most part not inconsistent with its genuineness; and (5) some of his statements are, apparently, inconsistent with some of the facts as they appear in the records we have examined, e.g. He says "that of the ninety regiments of Sherman's army, which might have passed on the march near Camden, S.C, but a single one—a New Jersey regiment—was from the Middle States. All the rest were from the West. A letter (he says) from the only Thomas J. Myers ever in the army would never contain such a phrase," referring to the fact that Myers had said this stolen jewelry, &c., would be scattered "all over the North and Middle States." Sherman's statement of the organization of his army on this march shows there were several regiments in it from New York and Pennsylvania, besides one from Maryland and one from New Jersey (all four middle States). But we think this, like other reasons assigned by Colonel Stone, are without merit.

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Supported upon either side by his aids. Captains James Smith and Joseph Morrison, the General moved slowly and painfully toward the rear. Occasionally resting for a moment, to shake off the exhaustion which pain and the loss of blood produced, he at last reached the line of battle, where most of the men were lying down, to escape the shell and cannister, with which the Federals raked the road. General Pender rode up here to the little party, and asked who was wounded, and Captain Smith, who had been instructed by General Jackson to tell no one of his injury, simply answered "a Confederate officer;" but Pender recognized the General, and springing from his horse, hurriedly expressed his regret, and added that his lines were so much broken, he feared it would be necessary to fall back. At this moment the scene was a fearful one. The air seemed to be alive with the shrieks of shells and the whistling of bullets; horses, riderless and mad with fright, dashed in every direction; hundreds left the ranks and fled to the rear, and the groans of the wounded and dying, mingled with the wild shouts of others to be led again to the assault. Almost fainting as he was, from loss of blood, fearfully wounded, and as he thought, dying, Jackson was undismayed by this terrible scene. The words of Pender seemed to rouse him to life. Pushing aside the men who supported him, he stretched himself to his full height, and answered feebly, but distinctly enough to be heard above the din of the battle, "General Pender, you must hold on to the field, you must hold out to the last." It was Jackson's last order upon the field of battle. Still more exhausted by this effort, he asked to be permitted to lie down for a few moments, but the danger from the fire, and capture by the Federal advance, was too imminent, and his aids, hurried him on. A litter having been obtained, he was placed upon it, and the bearers passed on as rapidly as the thick woods and rough ground


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 220. Unfortunately, one of the bearers was struck down, and the litter having been supported at each of the four corners by a man, fell and threw the General to the ground. The fall was a serious one, and as he touched the earth, he gave, for the first time, expression to his suffering, and groaned piteously.

Captain Smith sprang to his side, and as he raised his head, a bright beam of moonlight, made its way through the thick foliage and rested upon the pale face of the sufferer. The Captain was startled by its great pallor and stillness, and cried out, "Oh! General, are you seriously hurt?" "No," he answered, "don't trouble yourself, my friend, about me," and presently added something about winning the battle first, and attending to the wounded afterwards. He was placed upon the litter again, and carried a few hundred yards, when I met him with an ambulance. I knelt down by him, and said, "I hope you are not badly hurt. General." He replied very calmly, but feebly, "I am badly injured, Doctor; I fear I am dying." After a pause, he continued, "I am glad you have come." I think the wound in my shoulder is still bleeding. His clothes were saturated with blood, and hemorrhage was still going on from the wound. Compression of the artery with the finger arrested it, until lights being procured from the ambulance, the handkerchief which had slipped a little, was readjusted. His calmness amid the dangers which surrounded him, and at the supposed presence of death, and his uniform politeness, which did not forsake him, even under these, the most trying circumstances, were remarkable. His complete control, too, over his mind, enfeebled as it was by loss of blood, pain, &c., was wonderful. His suffering at this time was intense; his hands were cold, his skin clammy, his face pale, and his lips compressed and bloodless; not a groan escaped him—not a sign of suffering, except the slight corrugation of his brow, the fixed, rigid face, and the thin lips so tightly compressed that the impression of the teeth could be seen through them. Except these, he controlled, by his iron will, all evidence of emotion, and more difficult than this even, he controlled that disposition to restlessness which


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 Rh many of us have observed upon the field of battle, attending great loss of blood. Some whiskey and morphia were procured from Dr. Straith, and administered to him, and placing him in the ambulance, it was started for the Corps Field Infirmary, at the Wilderness Tavern. Col. Crutchfield, his Chief of Artillery, was also in the ambulance. He had been wounded very seriously in the leg, and was suffering intensely.

The General expressed, very feelingly, his sympathy for Crutchfield, and once, when the latter groaned aloud, he directed the ambulance to stop, and requested me to see if something could not be done for his relief. Torches had been provided, and every means taken to carry them to the hospital, as safely and easily as possible. I sat in the front part of the ambulance, with my finger resting upon the artery, above the wound, to arrest bleeding if it should occur. When I was recognized by acquaintances, and asked who was wounded, the General would tell me to say, "a Confederate officer." At one time, he put his right hand upon my head, and pulling me down to him, asked "if Crutchfield was dangerously wounded?" Then I answered "No, only painfully hurt," he replied, "I am glad it is no worse." In a few moments after, Crutchfield did the same thing, and when he was told that the General was very seriously wounded, he groaned and cried out,

"0, my God!" It was for this, that the General directed the ambulance to be halted, and requested that something should be done for Crutchfield's relief.

After reaching the hospital, he was placed in bed, covered with blankets, and another drink of whiskey and water given him. Two hours and a half elapsed before sufficient reaction took place, to warrant an examination. At two o'clock Sunday morning Surgeons Black, Walls and Coleman being present, I informed him that chloroform would be given him, and his wounds examined. I told him that amputation would probably be required, and asked if it was found necessary, whether it should be done at once. He replied promptly, "Yes, certainly; Doctor McGuire, do for me whatever you think best." Chloroform was then administered,


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Rh many, and it is some consolation to me now. Tell me, gentlemen, were your preconceived notions of me correct?"

"I fear," said Slinger, "you are the victim of a heartless and cruel system."

"My lads!" he said, again grasping their hands, "you two are the first whites who have spoken a kind and friendly word to me for years. I thank you for it from my soul." He stood his gun against the tree, and seated himself by the fire. There was no suspicion about him now: he had eased his mind of a heavy burthen, and felt once again that he was with those of his own species, who looked upon and treated him as a man, though one stained with crime. He buried his face in his hands and was silent for some time. He roused himself up at last, and said, "It is possible you have heard some of my bad deeds rendered ten times worse than reality. Let me tell you of others of a different character, which you will probably never hear from any other lips, but they are not the less true. At the time I first took to the bush, and when the hue and cry was strong after me, I went into Sydney in disguise to save a man I had once known, who was condemned to death. I obtained entrance to the jail at the risk of my own life, and supplied him with a file—the next day he was to have been executed:—that night he escaped. On another occasion, my men had taken two magistrates of the colony and clamoured for their death. I induced them to leave the matter unsettled until the morning, when, as they were notoriously cruel to their convicts, their fate would assuredly have been sealed. That night, after exacting a promise that they would spare their convict servants for the future, I cut the ropes which bound them, and they escaped. If I have killed one man accidentally to save my life, I have spared twenty, even at the hazard of it. But the sun is getting high, and it is time for me to go."

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 In some instances the pairing of dur and pct verbs is quite odd: dur говорить "to speak, to say," pct сказать; dur ловить "to catch," pct поймать; dur покупать "to buy," pct купить; dur брать "to take," pct взять; dur класть "to put," pct положить.

The preverb вы- is stressed in pct verbs, but not in compound duratives: вынуть "to take out" pct, but dur вынимать.

In addition to compound duratives, some other verbs that contain preverbs are durative: надеяться "to hope." Compounds with без and не are not pct: беспокоить "to disturb," pct обеспокоить; ненавидеть "to hate," compare the pct compound verb возненавидеть "to conceive a hatred of."

A few verbs are both dur and pct: жениться "to get married" (of a man), телеграфировать "to telegraph."

Most prepositions have their object in the g case: около дома "near the house"; for these the dictionary gives no comment. The commonest are без, для, до, из, от, у, из-за, из-под.

Irregularly, some take their objects in other cases; the dictionary tells with which case they are used. With a: про, сквозь, через; with d: к, вопреки; with i: между, над; with l при. A few take different cases in different meanings: with a and i: за, перед, под; with a and l: в, на, о (об); with g, а, and i: с; with a, d, and l: по.

The meanings differ very much from the meanings of English prepositions; this appears plainly in the dictionary, and we give here only a few general comments.

The chief difference between the use of в, за, на, под with а and l (в, на) or i (за, под) appears in expressions of place. With an a object the expression answers the question куда "whereto": он вошёл в комнату "he went into the room," он сел на кровать "he sat down on the bed," он поехал за границу "he went abroad," он бросил книгу под стол "he threw the book under the table." With the other cases the expression answers the question где "where, in what place": он был в комнате "he was in the room," он сидел на кровати "he was sitting on the bed," он жил за границей "he was living abroad," книга лежала под столом "the book was lying under the table."

With most places, в with a means "into," в with l "in," and из (with g) "from (the inside of), out of": мы пошли в театр "we went to the theater," мы были в театре "we were in the theater," мы вернулись из театра "we came back from the theater." But certain nouns instead use на with a and l and с with g: мы пошли на вокзал "we went to the railway station," мы были на вокзале, мы вернулись с вокзала; similarly концерт "concert," рынок "market," собрание "meeting." With persons one uses к (with d), у (with g), от (with g): к Ильиным "to the Ilyins'," у Ильиных "at the Ilyins'," от Ильиных "from the Ilyins'."

In meanings like "so much apiece, so many each," по is used with numbers as follows. Один is d and the noun in concord: он дал им по одному рублю "he gave them one ruble each"; два, три, четыре are a with gs noun: по два рубля, по две копейки "two kopeks each," по четыре яблока, "four apples each." Двести, триста, четыреста are a with gp noun: по двести рублей. The remaining numbers are d with gp (occasionally dp) noun: по пяти рублей "five rubles each"; по сороке рублей, по ста рублей. But the hundreds from 500 on have the second part in gp form: по пятисот рублей. With a по полтора рубля "one and a half rubles each," по полтораста рублей "150 rubles each." The collective numbers also are a with gp noun, even for animates: по двое ножниц "two pairs of scissors each," по трое санёй "three sleighs in each place or group."

Before vowels, о is replaced by об: о чём? "about what?" об армии "about the army"; before [y] occasionally, especially before possessive их: об их деле "about their affair," beside о их деле (but, of course, always о них "about them," §18). Before other consonants об is used in some special expressions: об стену [op stj'nu] "against the wall." A still longer form обо is used in обо мне "about me," обо что, обо всё and occasionally before other forms of весь (§16).

The prepositions без, в, из, к, над, под, с have longer forms with -о added. These are used before the forms мне, мной (мною, §21) and forms of весь that begin with вс- (§16) and before р, л plus consonant: безо всех "without all," во рту "in the mouth," ко мне "to me," надо лбом "over the forehead." Some are used also before other clusters, either always or optionally. Thus, во is used before [v] and [f]: во-время "on time," во Франции "in France"; also in some others: во что "into what," во дворе "in the court," во сне "in one's sleep." Similarly ко двору "toward the yard," ко сну "toward sleep." Before [s, z] со is always used in some combinations: со стола "from the table," со and "out of one's sleep," со звездой "with a star (medal)," and optionally in others: со слезами "with tears"; before [šč] always: со счастьем "with good fortune."

От less commonly has ото: от всех, ото всех "from all."

Of the longer prepositions, перед takes о in передо мной "before me" and occasionally before forms of весь: перед всем, передо всем.

The prepositions до, за, из, на, по, под take the stress before some nouns, which then lose their stress: до земли "toward the ground," за город "outside of town" (whereto), за городом "outside of town" (where), из лесу "out from woods," на пол "onto the floor," по двору "along the yard; across the yard," под гору "downhill." Similarly, one-syllable numbers after за, на, по: за три рубли "for three rubles."

Other one-syllable prepositions take the stress in fewer instances: без толку "without sense," об пол "against the floor," от роду "from birth."


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"Any where to avoid falling into the hands of those who know me. Whatever may become of me," he said, lifting his skull-cap, "I shall ever remember the sympathy and kindness I have experienced at your hands. God bless you for it." As he spoke he moved away, and his figure was soon lost amongst the trees.

"I declare," said Slinger, as they commenced their day's journey, "I had no idea bushrangers were such confidential, penitential, and highly respectable characters. I fancy our acquaintance must be an exception to the general rule; but that won't save him—if taken he will not be spared."

"I fear not," said Hugh; "I have heard that colonial authorities know but of one remedy for crime—hanging."

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"Blacks," suggested Hugh.

"Kangaroos, I think," replied Slinger.

They hastened to secrete themselves amongst the branches of a fallen tree which still retained its leaves, and were scarcely secure, when Slinger whispered, "Here they come, the beauties—look at 'em—one, two, three, four emus, as I live! Stand by for the two biggest—you take the first shot." On they came, making the ground resound with their heavy tread.—"Now then—up guards and at 'em!" cried Slinger, as he fired upon the advancing birds. Two were wounded: one of these was quite disabled, but the other was not so much injured but that he was rather a formidable antagonist at close quarters. "Don't waste any more powder and shot," said Hugh, " I'll soon finish him," and laying his gun on the ground, he approached the emu cautiously as it lay on its side. He was in the act of seizing it, when, with a severe kick, he lay doubled up upon the turf, and the bird struggled upon its legs. In spite of a shot from Slinger's gun it was making off

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 through the bush, when unexpected assistance appeared; for two fleet dogs passed in full chase and were soon alongside the wounded emu. One of the dogs being a young one, fell into the same error as Hugh, and was soon rendered hors-de-combat by a kick; the other dog, more experienced, still continued the chase, and in the excitement of it, Hugh soon forgot his accident. The old dog headed the bird, turned it, and running alongside, brought it again near the travellers. When both dog and bird were nearly exhausted, with a sudden spring the dog made a snap at the neck of the emu, and in a moment or two it lay dead.

The friends were congratulating themselves on their success, when they observed a human form slinking about amongst the trees, and evidently not caring to approach them nearer.

"The owner of the dogs, I expect," said Slinger; "he must have his share of the spoil. Come on friend," shouted Slinger encouragingly, as he observed the stranger hesitated;—"come on; we are not cannibals."

"What the devil do you mean by trespassing on my ground?" roared the stranger.

This was a novel question to be propounded in a district where the only landmarks were provided by nature, such as a range of hills or a river, and both Hugh and Slinger could not refrain from a good laugh.

"Ah you may laugh," cried the stranger; "but I should jest like to know who you are—I jest should; and what you are doing in these parts."

"Now I'll tell you," said Slinger, "we are looking for a cattle run, and we want to find a Mr. Dodge's station."

"Oh! you want to beat up the quarters of that respectable old gentleman, do you?" said the stranger ironically; and after taking another scrutiny, he sidled up to the sportsmen.

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 "What did you take us for?" inquired Slinger of him— "bushrangers, eh!"

"Worse than that."

"No."

"Yes."

"Blacks?"

"Worse!—bailiffs. But you aint," said their new acquaintance, quite at his ease;" I know that breed too well. Now I'll be bound to be shot," said he, turning abruptly on Hugh, "if you ever fingered a writ."

"Well, I never did," said Hugh.

"I have,—hundreds," replied the stranger.

"You don't mean to say," interrupted Slinger, "that such creatures as bailiffs are ever to be found in this part of the world—does the law actually spread nets into this, the very fag end of creation?"

"Does it!—I think it does now and then; but it never makes much of a haul," replied the stranger, with a chuckle.—

"I've known as many as two men a month wanting to meet with a friend of mine who lives about here—he never was to be met with, which was unfortunate, for they used to come all the way from the supreme court in Melbourne, and always on particular business too: at length old Dodge, for he is the friend I am speaking of, gave 'em so many specimens of his inventive genius, that for many months they have ceased troubling him."

The sportsmen now informed their new acquaintance that they were anxious to reach this Dodge's station before night, in order to procure flour, for their stock was well nigh exhausted.

"Then you are not after old Dodge himself, eh?—only his flour?"

"We should be most happy to make his acquaintance. I presume, from your description, he must be a character," said Hugh.

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192 the station once owned by Dodge. But above all else we congratulate you on your immunity from the gold fever. The precious metal may be purchased too dearly—the largest nugget grubbed out with the least amount of labor would but ill requite you for the loss of the many comforts and the unalloyed happiness surrounding you in the home you have rescued from the wilderness. Your "pile" is beyond all price.

If shade should result from so much sunshine, may the temperate and healthful lives you lead enable you to do battle with advantage, and to overcome such adverse circumstances as beset men all the world over. So farewell—a long farewell to Lan-lan-borin.

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Of animal life specimens of bivalve shells, Anthracomya and Carbonicola, the latter resembling our freshwater mussels, and also fish remains, may be looked for in the same beds; while the Spirorbis pusillus is generally abundant in the limestones near the summit of the Coal Measures. It is likely too that the limestones and some of the shale bands may on careful search be found to contain small bivalved entomostraca such as Carbonia and Estberia.

Permian.—The so-called Lower Permian rocks occupy a broad tract of country extending from Baxterley on the north to Kenilworth on the south; their eastern limit is formed by the ordinary Coal Measures which rise conformably from beneath them; on the west, south, and south-east the tract is bounded by Triassic rocks.

The beds consist of about 2,000 feet of alternations of red, brown, and purple sandstones and red marls, with impersistent bands of breccia and conglomerate. According to Mr. Fox-Strangways, sandstones are conspicuous towards the base, and form a marked feature in the northern part of the district, where they have been quarried at numerous localities about Baddesley Ensor and Baxterley.

The breccias and conglomerates are generally found in the lower part of the series; one band particularly well-marked occurs at about the middle, and forms a bold escarpment at Corley. They are made up largely of pebbles of Carboniferous limestone and chert, among which some of Silurian sandstone have been noted at Exhall. So rich are they in limestone pebbles that they have been extensively quarried and burnt for lime between Fillongley and Over Whitacre.

The higher beds of the series occur between Coventry, Kenilworth, and Warwick, and the sandstones may be seen in various quarries. The beds hereabouts however appear to be largely composed of marls, for near Warwick a boring passed through 700 feet of rock consisting chiefly of marls and thin beds of sandstone.

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1. Q 17. "Komoku."

2. R 15.

3. R 13. "Ikken basami."

4. Q 13. This time White does not try for the corner, but attacks the black stone at R 13.

5. Q 12.

6. Q 14.

7. N 17. Black abandons the stone at R 13 in order to get greater territory; if he defends it at R 11, White plays at N 17 with a better game.

8. R 12.

9. R 11.

10. S 12.

11. Q 11. S 11 would be bad.

12. S 13.

13. R 16.

14. S 15.

Black has the better position.

1. D 3. "Komoku."

2. C 5.

3. C 7.

4. H 3. White in turn attacks the black stone at D 3; G 3 would be too near.

5. D 5. Black connects his stones and shuts White in.

6. D 4.

7. E 4.

8. C 4.

9. D 6.

10. C 3.

11. E 2.

12. D 2.

13. E 3.

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play for a greater space, as his stones in the corner will live even if he loses the stone at D 2. 15. B 6.

16. B 5.

17. C 2.

18. B 2.

19. D 1. Takes.

20. B 1.

Even game.

1. R 4. "Komoku."

2. P 3.

3. M 3. "Nikken basami." This is the second variation in this opening.

4. Q 5. White plays to get out toward the center.

5. R 5.

6. Q 6.

7. R 7.

8. R 6.

9. S 6.

10. S 7. "Sute ishi."

11. S 8.

12. Q 7.

13. R 8. It would be bad play to take immediately.

14. S 5.

15. T 7. Takes.

16. R 3.

17. S 4.

18. S 3. This move is made to secure "Me" in the corner.

19. Q 4.

20. P 4.

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1. C 4. "Komoku."

2. E 3.

3. H 3. "Nikken basami."

4. D 5. White attacks the stone at C 4.

5. D 4.

6. E 4.

7. E 5. This is a bad move if White replies correctly, otherwise Black gets the better of it.

8. D 6.

9. F 5.

10. D 2. This is an important move; it attacks the black stones on line 4 and also prepares for White to extend at G 4. C 2 would be bad, as Black would play at F 4.

11. B 6. Black defends his threatened position.

12. G 4.

13. F 7.

14. D 8. White must extend.

15. B 2.

16. H 4.

Black's third stone at H 3 is now called "Uke ishi," or a "floating stone." White has the better position.

1.  D17. "Komoku."

2. C 15.

3. C 12. "Nikken basami."

4. D 12. White attacks the stone at C 12 in this variation.

5. D 11.

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In Warwickshire the following subdivisions of the Triassic rocks occur:—
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 * Keuper Marls with Upper Keuper Sandstone.
 * Lower Keuper Sandstone.
 * Bunter
 * Upper Sandstone
 * Pebble Beds.
 * (Lower Sandstone ?)

The Lower Bunter Sandstone which to the west of our district is so well developed in the Severn valley dies out when followed thence to the east, and has generally been thought to be absent east of the South Staffordshire coalfield; but in 1890 Mr. J. Landon called attention to the occurrence of beds of yellow sandstone below the Pebble Beds near Barr Beacon, and concluded that the Lower Bunter Sandstone is there present in force.

The Pebble Beds are well developed at Sutton Park and west of Birmingham, while a small area occurs to the east of Polesworth. The rocks consist of pebbly red coarse sandstone and impersistent beds of pebbles. These are well rounded by water action, and are chiefly of yellow, brown, and liver-coloured quartzite, white quartz, and grey crinoidal Carboniferous limestone and chert. Where two or more pebbles are in contact they have generally pressed into each other and produced a characteristic crush-mark. The source and mode of origin of these pebbles is still a matter of dispute, but the opinion of those most familiar with them is that they were derived from rocky ridges of high land which stood as islands in or formed the margins of the Triassic lake basins. Of parts of these old ridges we see the worn-down relics in the Wrekin and Caradoc districts of Shropshire, the Malvern-Abberley and Lickey ranges in Worcestershire, and the Nuneaton and Charnwood hills in Warwickshire and Leicestershire. Buckland long ago recognized that the Bunter pebbles are in many instances agreeable in substance with the quartz rock of the Lickey, and was of opinion that an extensive outcrop of this latter rock was the source of much of the Bunter material.

Exposures of the Bunter pebble beds may be seen in Sutton Park, notably in a gravel pit near Blackroot Pool. They are to be seen also on the east of the Warwickshire coalfield in a railway cutting east of Polesworth. The rock being more resistent to the weather than those above and below, generally forms a well-marked escarpment, as at Barr Beacon; the soil is generally poor and exceedingly pebbly, and is

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Rh from the excellent drawings of the objects, are of characteristic Late Celtic form. The purpose for which these discs were used was long a matter of speculation among archaeologists, but Dr. Ingvald Undset, in a paper published by the Royal Society of Northern Antiquaries in 1890, conclusively proved that they were parts of the mountings of metal bowls. They were attached to the bowl by means of a ring furnished with a zoömorphic termination which served as a hook for suspension. Some of these ring settings were discovered with the discs and are now preserved in Warwick Museum. Mr. J. Romilly Allen, F.S.A., who in 1898 contributed to the Society of Antiquaries of London a valuable paper on the metal bowls of this character found in different parts of England, ascribes them to the end of the Late Celtic period and the beginning of the Saxon period.

Sir John Evans, in his well-known work on this subject, records only one ancient British coin as having been found in Warwickshire. This was of gold bearing on the obverse an object like a fern leaf or spike of flowers, and on the reverse a horse, a circular wheel-like object, etc., and the inscription VO-CORIO-AD (?). The coin, which was found at Stoneleigh, was formerly in the possession of Mr. Llewellyn Jewitt, F.S.A.

Another gold coin, of a more common type, is however stated to have been found at Southam. The particulars given are not very precise, but it appears that one side of the coin was plain, and the other bore 'the imitation of Philip's stater.'

The interesting megalithic group known as the Rollright Stones, situated mainly in Oxfordshire, but partly in Warwickshire, consists of (i.) a circle of about seventy blocks of stone, 100 feet in diameter; (ii.) a single upright stone of irregular form, known as the King-stone, and standing to the north-east of the circle ; and (iii.) a group of stones called the Whispering Knights, in a more eastern direction and at a greater distance.

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Rh neolithic age, and possibly belonging to that of bronze or prehistoric iron. These remains lie on a bleak exposed hill, more than 700 feet above sea-level, and are apparently connected with an ancient roadway which at this point forms the boundary line between Oxfordshire and Warwickshire, the circle lying within the borders of the former county. The whole group belongs, in fact, more particularly to Oxfordshire, and will be described in the volume which deals with the prehistoric remains of that county.

TOPOGRAPHICAL LIST OF PREHISTORIC ANTIQUITIES IN WARWICKSHIRE The following is a brief list of the various places in Warwickshire from which prehistoric remains have been obtained or where they still exist. Compared with some other counties it appears unusually meagre, but it must be remembered that the superficial area of Warwickshire is less than that of several other of the counties which are remarkable for their prehistoric remains. ATHERSTON, OLDBURY CAMP. Bronze age interment. Urns in Rugby School Museum. BARTON-ON-THE-HEATH. Ground neolithic celt of flint, 5^ inches long ; now in Rugby School Museum. BRANDON. Bronze age interment. Urns in Rugby School Museum. BRINKLOW. Prehistoric camp. BROWNSOVER. Prehistoric camp. CHESTERTON-ON-FOSSWAY. Late Celtic discs of enamelled bronze. KENILWORTH COMMON. Chips of flint found in gravel near an ancient earthwork [Proc. Soc. Antiq. vii. 267, ser. 2]. Rude celt of millstone grit [ibid. vii. 267-8 ; Arch. Journ. xxxiii. ]- LILLINGTON. Neolithic interment and settlement. Human skull, drinking cup and spindle- whorl discovered by Mr. S. S. Stanley. LONG COMPTON. Ground neolithic celt of white flint [Bloxam's Fragmenta Sepulchralia, p. 12; Beesley's History of Banbury, i. 7]. Megalithic remains, known as the Roll- right Stones. NEW BILTON. Bronze dagger, gf inches long and 2j inches wide [Evans, Bronze Implements, p. 245 ; Proc. Soc. Antiq. iv. 50, ser. 2]. OLDBURY. Chipped and ground neolithic celt found at Oldbury Camp [Dugdale, Antiquitiei of Warwkkshirt (1730), p. 1081]. RATLEY. Nadbury Camp, a prehistoric earthwork : bronze sword and celt found there [Dugdale, Antiquities of Warwickshire (1730), p. 541]. RUGBY. Pilgrim's Lowe, a sepulchral barrow (probably prehistoric) near Rugby. Bronze spearhead. Small bronze hammer [Evans, Bronze Implements, p. 179 ; Proc. Soc. Antiq. iii. , ser. 2]. SALTLEY. Palaeolithic implement [Evans, Ancient Stone Implements, pp. 5789, ed. 2], STONELEIGH. British coin [Evans, Coins of the Ancient Britons, Supplement, p. 488]. SUTTON COLDFIELD. Perforated hammerstor.e [Evans, Ancient Stone Implements, p. 224, ed. 2 ; Proc. Soc. Antiq. vii. 268, ser. 2]. WALSGRAVE-UPON-SOWE. Neolithic perforated axe [Evans, Ancient Stone Implements, p. 198, ed. 2]. WALTON. See WELLESBOURNE-HASTINGS. WELLESBOURNE-HASTINGS WITH WALTON. Palaeolithic flake. Several neolithic flint chips and flakes [Proceedings of the Society of Antiquaries of London, vii. 268, ser. 2], WOLVEY. Bronze celt in the Bloxam collection resembling in form that figured in Sir John Evans' Bronze Implements, fig. 54. Bronze palstave [Proc. Soc. Antiq. iii. 129, ser. 2].

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bēaga bryttan,swā þū bēna eart, þēoden mǣrne,ymb þīnne sīð, ond þē þā, ondswareǣdre gecȳðan, ðe mē se gōdaāgifan þenceð.” Hwearf þā hrædlīce,þǣr Hrōðgār sæt eald ond unhārmid his eorla gedriht; ēode ellen-rōf,þæt hē for eaxlum gestōd Deniga frēan;cūþe hē duguðe þēaw. Wulfgār maðelode*tō his wine-drihtne: “Hēr syndon geferede,feorran cumene ofer geofenes begang,Gēata lēode; þone yldestanōret-mecgas Bēowulf nemnað.Hȳ bēnan synt, þæt hīe, þēoden mīn,wið þē mōton wordum wrīxlan;nō ðū him wearne getēoh ðīnra gegn-cwida,glædman Hrōðgār. Hȳ on wīg-getāwumwyrðe þinceað eorla geæhtlan;hūru se aldor dēah, sē þǣm heaðo-rincumhider wīsade.”

Hrōðgār maþelode,helm Scyldinga: “Ic hine cūðecniht-wesende; wæs his eald fæder Ecgþēo hāten,

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Slave Girl Comics/2

“Slave Girl Comics” #2 was published in March, 1949.

Contents
Page 1: Cover

Page 2: Advertisement

Page 3: Slave Girl and the pirates od Abmur; 10 pages; comics; Howard Larsen, art

Page 13: The Lost Princess; 6 pages; comics; Howard Larsen, art

Page 19: Malu, the Slave Girl - The Tower of Indecision; 10 pages; text

Page 29: The Revel in Vardon Hall; 2 pages; comics; Howard Larsen, art

Page 31: The Flame Goddess; 7 pages; comics; Howard Larsen, art

Page 38: Advertisement

Page 39: Malu and The Fall of Zanthara ; 9 pages; comics; Howard Larsen, art

Page 49: Advertisement; Page 50: Advertisement; Page 51: Advertisement;

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 Rh had succeeded, for his nostrils dilated, and his eyes flashed its old fire, but it was only for a moment; his face relaxed again, and presently he answered very feebly and sadly, "I don't know—I can't tell; say to General Stuart he must do what he thinks best." Soon after this, he slept for several hours, and seemed to be doing well. The next morning he was free from pain, and expressed himself sanguine of recovery. He sent his aid-de-camp, Morrison, to inform his wife of his injuries, and to bring her at once to see him. The following note from General Lee, was read to him that morning by Captain Smith: "I have Just received your note, informing me that you were wounded. I cannot express my regret at the occurrence. Could I have directed events, I should have chosen, for the good of the country, to have been disabled in your stead. I congratulate you upon the victory which is due to your skill and energy." He replied, "General Lee should give the praise to God," About ten o'clock his right side began to pain hin> so much that he asked me to examine it. He said he had injured it in falling from the litter the night before, and believed that he had struck it against a stone or the stump of a sapling. No evidence of injury could be discovered by examination; the skin was not broken or bruised, and the lung performed, as far as I could tell, its proper functions. Some simple application was recommended, in the belief that the pain would soon disappear.

At this time the battle was raging fearfully, and the sound of the cannon and musketry could be distinctly heard at the hospital. The General's attention was attracted to it from the first, and when the noise was at its height, and indicated how fiercely the conflict was being carried on, he directed all of his attendants, except Captain Smith, to return to the battlefield, and attend to their different duties. By eight o'clock, Sunday night, the pain in his side had disappeared, and in all respects he seemed to be doing well. He inquired minutely about the battle, and the different troops engaged, and his face would light up with enthusiasm and interest when told how this brigade acted, or that officer


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 224 conspicuous courage, and his head gave the peculiar shake from side to side, and he uttered his usual "Good, good," with unwonted energy when the gallant behavior of the "Stonewall Brigade" was alluded to. He said, "The men of that brigade will be, some day, proud to say to their children, 'I was one of the Stonewall Brigade.'" He disclaimed any right of his own to the name Stonewall. "It belongs to the brigade and not to me."

This night he slept well, and was free from pain. A message was received from General Lee the next morning, directing me to remove the General to Guinea's Station, as soon as his condition would justify it, as there was some danger of capture by the Federals, who were threatening to cross at Ely's Ford. In the meantime, to protect the hospital, some troops were sent to this point. The General objected to being moved, if, in my opinion, it would do him any injury. He said he had no objection to staying in a tent, and would prefer it, if his wife, when she came, could find lodging in a neighboring house, and if the enemy does come," he added, "I am not afraid of them; I have always been kind to their wounded, and I am sure they will be kind to me." General Lee sent word again late that evening that he must be moved if possible, and preparations were made to leave the next morning. I was directed to accompany, and remain with him, and my duties with the corps, as Medical director, were turned over to the Surgeon next in rank. General Jackson had previously declined to permit me to go with him to Guinea's, because complaints had been so frequently made of General officers, when wounded, carrying off with them the surgeons belonging to their commands. When infonned of this order of the Commanding General, he said, "General Lee has always been very kind to me, and I thank him." Very early Tuesday morning he was placed in an ambulance and started for Guinea's Station, and about eight o'clock that evening he arrived at the Chandler House, where he remained till he died. Captain Hotchkiss, with a party of engineers, was sent in front to clear the road of wood, stone, etc., and to order the wagons out of the track to let the ambulance pass. The rough


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 Rh teamsters sometimes refused to move their loaded wagons out of the way for an ambulance, until told that it contained Jackson, and then, with all possible speed, they gave the way, and stood with hats off, and weeping, as he went by. At Spotsylvania C. H., and along the whole route, men and women rushed to the ambulance, bringing all the poor delicacies they had, and with tearful eyes they blessed him, and prayed for his recovery. He bore the journey well, and was cheerful throughout the day. He talked freely about the late battle, and among other things, said that he had intended to endeavor to cut the Federals off from the United States Ford, and taking a position between them and the river, oblige them to attack him; and he added, with a smile, "My men sometimes fail to drive the enemy from a position, but they always fail to drive us away." He spoke of Rodes, and alluded in high terms to his magnificent behavior on the field Saturday evening. He hoped he would be promoted. He thought promotions for gallantry should be made at once, upon the field, and not delayed; made very early, or upon the field, they would be the greatest incentives to gallantry in others. He spoke of Colonel Willis,* who commanded the skirmishers of Rodes' Division, and praised him very highly, and referred to the death of Paxton and Boswell very feelingly. He alluded to them as officers of great merit and promise. The day was quite warm, and at one time he suffered with slight nausea. At his suggestion, I placed over his stomach a wet towel, and he expressed great relief from it. After he arrived at Chandler's house, he ate some bread and tea with evident relish, and slept well throughout the entire night. Wednesday he was thought to be doing remarkably well. He ate heartily, for one in his condition, and was uniformly cheerful.

I found his wounds to be doing very well to-day. Union by the first intention, had taken place, to some extent, in the stump, and the rest of the surface of the wound exposed, was covered with healthy granulations. The wound in his hand gave him little pain, and the discharge was healthy. Simple lime and water


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 226 ings were used both for the stump and hand, and upon the palm of the latter, a light, short splint was applied, to assist in keeping at rest the fragments of the second and third metacarpal bones. He expressed great satisfaction when told that the wounds were healing, and asked if I could tell from their appearance, how long he would probably be kept from the field? Conversing with Capt. Smith, a few moments afterwards, he alluded to his injuries, and said, "Many would regard them as a great misfortune, I regard them as one of the blessings of my life." Captain S. replied, "All things work together for good to those that love God." "Yes," he answered, "that's it, that's it."

At my request. Dr. Morrison came to-day, and remained with him.

About one o'clock Thursday morning, while I was asleep upon a lounge in his room, he directed his servant, Jim, to apply a wet towel to his stomach, to relieve an attack of nausea, with which he was again troubled. The servant asked permission to first consult me, but the General knowing that I had slept none for nearly three nights, refused to allow the servant to disturb me, and demanded the towel. About daylight I was aroused, and found him suffering great pain. An examination disclosed pleuro-pneumonia of the right side. I believed, and the consulting physicians concurred in the opinion, that it was attributable to the fall from the litter, the night he was wounded. The General, himself, referred it to this accident. I think the disease came on too soon after the application of the wet cloths, to admit of the supposition, once believed, that it was induced by them. The nausea, for which the cloths were applied that night, may have been the result of inflammation already begun. Contusion of the lung, with extravasation of blood in his chest, was probably produced by the fall referred to, and shock and loss of blood, prevented any ill effects until reaction had been well established, and then inflammation ensued. Cups were applied, and mercury, with antimony and opium administered.* Towards the evening he became better,


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 Rh and hopes were again entertained of his recovery. Mrs. Jackson arrived to-day, and nursed him faithfully to the end. She was a devoted wife, and earnest Christian, and endeared us all to her by her great kindness and gentleness. The General's joy at the presence of his wife and child was very great, and for him unusually demonstrative. Noticing the sadness of his wife, he said to her tenderly, "I know you would gladly give your life for me, but I am perfectly resigned. Do not be sad; I hope I may yet recover. Pray for me, but always remember in your prayers to use the petition, 'Thy will be done.'" Friday his wounds were again dressed, and although the quantity of the discharge from them, had diminished, the process of healing was still going on. The pain in his side had disappeared, but he breathed with difficulty and complained of a feeling of great exhaustion. When Dr. Breckinridge (who with Dr. Smith, had been sent for in consultation) said he hoped that a blister, which had been applied, would afford him relief, he expressed his own confidence in it, and in his final recovery.

Dr. Tucker, from Richmond, arrived on Saturday, and all that human skill could devise was done, to stay the hand of death. He suffered no pain to-day, and his breathing was less difficult, but he was evidently hourly growing weaker.

When his child was brought to him, to-day, he played with it for some time; frequently caressing it, and calling it his "little comforter." At one time, he raised his wounded hand above its head, and closing his eyes, was for some moments, silently engaged in prayer. He said to me, "I see from the number of physicians that you think my condition dangerous, but I thank God, if it is His will, that I am ready to go." About daylight, on Sunday morning, Mrs. Jackson informed him that his recovery was very doubtful, and that it was better that he should be prepared for the worst. He was silent for a moment, and then said: "It will be infinite gain to be translated to Heaven." He advised his wife, in the event of his death, to return to her father's house, and added, "You have a kind and good father, but there


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 216 or to some sympathizing ear, it goes over the old scenes, recalls the old memories, tenderly dwells upon and tells them over and over again, says farewell, and comes back again and stands silent in the presence of the dead, and so I finish what I had to say and bid farewell to Stonewall Jackson. And yet, all is not said, for even in the presence of his mighty shade, our hearts bow down and we are awed by another presence, for the towering form beside him is that of Robert Lee. Thought and feeling and power of expression are paralyzed. I cannot help you now with words to tell all that is in your hearts.

Time fails, and I trust to your memories to recall a group more familiar, in whose presence perhaps we would not be so oppressed, and yet a list of names that ought to be dear to every Confederate. I think that in the wide, wide world, no country of equal size has had so long a list of glorious dead—so many around whose memories a halo of glory gathers. Reverently I salute them all.

And so I leave the grave of my General and my friend, knowing that for centuries men will come to Lexington as to a Mecca, and to this grave as to a shrine, and wonderingly talk of this man and his mighty deeds. I know that time will only add to his great fame. I know that his name will be honored and revered forever, just as I know that the beautiful river, flowing near by, will sing an unceasing requiem to his memory—just as I know that the proud mountains, like some vast chain of sentinels, will keep eternal watch over his honored grave.