THE RAID OF THE GUERILLA
AND OTHER STORIES
BY CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK
AUTHOR OF "THE FAIR MISSISSIPPIAN," "THE PROPHET OF THE GREAT SMOKYMOUNTAINS," ETC.
With Illustrations by
W. Herbert Dunton and Remington Schuyler
PHILADELPHIA & LONDON
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
1912
Copyright, 1911, by J. B. Lippincott Company
Copyright, 1912, by J. B. Lippincott Company
Published May, 1912
Printed by J. B. Lippincott Company
At the Washington Square Press
Philadelphia, U.S.A.
HE INSISTED THAT THEY SHOULD SHAKE HANDS AS ON A SOLEMN COMPACT
CONTENTS
THE RAID OF THE GUERILLA
WHO CROSSES STORM MOUNTAIN?
THE CRUCIAL MOMENT
UNA OF THE HILL COUNTRY
THE LOST GUIDON
WOLF'S HEAD
HIS UNQUIET GHOST
A CHILHOWEE LILY
THE PHANTOM OF BOGUE HOLAUBA
HIS CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
By CAROLINE LOCKHART
ILLUSTRATIONS
He Insisted That They Should Shake Hands as on a Solemn Compact
The United Weight and Impetus of the Onset Burst the Flimsy Doors intoFragments
With One Hand Holding Back Her Dense Yellow Hair ... She Looked Up atHim
THE RAID OF THE GUERILLA
Judgment day was coming to Tanglefoot Cove—somewhat in advance of theexpectation of the rest of the world. Immediate doom impended. A certainnoted guerilla, commanding a reckless troop, had declared a sternintention of raiding this secluded nook among the Great Smoky Mountains,and its denizens could but tremble at the menace.
Few and feeble folk were they. The volunteering spirit rife in the earlydays of the Civil War had wrought the first depletion in the number.Then came, as time wore on, the rigors of the conscription, with anextension of the limits of age from the very young to the verge of thevenerable, thus robbing, as was said, both the cradle and the grave. Nowonly the ancient weaklings and the frail callow remained of the malepopulation among the women and girls, who seemed mere supernumeraries inthe scheme of creation, rated by the fitness to bear arms.
So feeble a community of non-combatants might hardly compass a warlikeaffront calculated to warrant reprisal, but the predominant Union spiritof East Tennessee was all a-pulse in the Cove, and the deed was notrifle.
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