Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter V: Gathering of the Clans >> Page 51

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription JOSCELYN51
"I thought of the time coming, Dick, when I should have you at
my elbow, and a hundred more, just such persons as you, all born,
as it were, on horseback, and each going at speed, with a broad-sword
flashing in the sun."
"And you think it will come to that, Stephen?" demanded the
other, somewhat anxiously.
"As sure as yonder sun shines in heaven."
"Well, if it must be so, so be it! And you may be sure, Stephen,
that I'll be close to your elbow, whenever you take the saddle for
the drive. I believe in you, Stephen, and when a man don't know
anything himself, he kin only look for the virtue of the article to
the person he most believes in. That, I think, is the most sensible
respect of wisdom."
"It is what the great body of mankind has been compelled to do
in all ages, and what they will still need to do for a thousand years
yet to come," replied Stephen, fully comprehending his companion,
in spite of his high-flown phraseology. Dick had always, as he said
himself, a few dictionary words at his command, and was rather
pleased, as we have seen, that young Dick, his son, so well resembled
him as to beat him at his own weapons. Stephen concluded the sub-
ject by bidding him keep his ears open, and hearken attentively to
what might be said by the orator of the day.
The town was already crowded with people, when just as the
party of Joscelyn reached Main street, they encountered Captain
Sam Hammond, from Snow Hill, who rode in at the head of his
troop of Carolina Horse, escorting the expected speaker, who had
spent the preceding night at Snow Hill. Another troop, under Cap-
tain Hamilton, of Georgia, next rode in at a fast trot, waving caps
and shouting bravely, as wild a set of boys as ever started on a scout,
or foray, or fox-chace.
The face of Stephen Joscelyn was all in a glow, and he could
scarcely restrain himself from rising in his stirrups, and sending forth
the cri de guerre, the trumpet peal for the charge! But, at this
moment, he found his brother, Martin Joscelyn, beside him.
"You here, Steve?"
"You see! But no thanks to you ! Why didn't you send me word
of what was going on? Had it not been for our friend, Dick Marvin,