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极品装备制造师）by jack london
the times were strange then, andthe front was not the only placehav the war, somethe most stirring sceneook partwere righee that old colt’s revolver which hangsmy sword?i carriedthroughfive yearsthe army, and more than oncehelpedouta bad scrape.
in ’63 i went home30 days’ furloughseepeople, alsoge quite successful, andthe timefurlough was up, had found betweenandmen who were willinas one young maad tried hardget, and thoughwas willing, his father stubbornly refusedlet him go.the only reasonhad for refusing was that corn-husking was not yet over and his son hiram was needed foronly reason which finally caused himgive his consent waswere offerinhousand dollars for every man who would join the army, and hiram promisedturn every centit overhi old zack saidwould agreei would turnand help with the husking.
mydays’ furlough was up, buas young and thoughtlessthose days, and knew the other recruits wishedstay till after corn-husking, and besides, felt that nothing woulddoowheame backmy regiment withstalwaitched in, andtwo weeks all old zack’s corn was husked anas readystart.
the tickets were bought, and the next morningwere readytake the trainrock islandthe men werebe swornand would receive their bounties, while our township wouldcredited withmanoverstayingfurlougad fotten ohing—the provos marshals were men who were looked down upon and despised worse thanduty wasarrest deserters, and since their pay was $25 for every deserter captured, you can see they never lehance slip.
if they had only arrested real deserters, the people would not have dislike them so, but they were always bringing trouble upon good, honest soldiers whose only fault laybeinittle careless and staying too lonrovost marshalour county was shrewd, bravea lion, andmeaanone could meeta whole day’ a short time before, tommy jingles had e home fromregiment and thoughtlessly over-stayedthe third day, justhe was boarding the trainrock islandgo backthe army, davy mcgregor captured him and sent him back unde $25 reward and the expenses were taken from poor tommy’s pay, and tommy with nevehoughhis was not the only instancewhich davy mcgregor had behavedmeanly.
butreturnm waslast nighthome, anas dreamingwarbeen thrown forward witlouusketry was rattling about like hail, andwere storming the first outpost, wheearoud rapthe door and was awakethe instant.“e out, simon, i want you.”
it was davy’s voice, anell know whatwanted manswer, however, and begansilentl knocking soon roused the house, andthe timas dressedsister came slipping intoherwhispers wentthe door and talked with davy, but would not open it.he became suspicious, anould hear him creeping around the houseashaveeyethe kitche see,was certaiasthe house, and thoughould most likely e out tha father and mother and sister, i asked themsay good-byethe boys, and carefully opened the fron was moonlight, and davy was,i suspected, keeping watchthe rearthshoesmy hand, taking advantageevery shadow and scarcely daringbreathe, i crawledth father’s big black stallion, and when all was ready, came outthe barn likannon shot.
davy ranthe road and haltedaameon the dead lope,cocked colt’sm blockedpath, orderingto halt and flourishingi came straighthim, and would surely have run him down, hadnot sprung aside, blazing right and leftmei went by.i knewwouldthis, and duckedthe off-sidemy horse, but not quickly enough, fourning pain toldwhere his first bullet had plowed acrossscalp.
on and away, with rock islandmiles before me, i dashed like th, always well mounted, was hot after me.but our horses were evenl firsttook flying shotsmewe rounded the bends, butsoon gave that up.mile after mile flew by, anas just beginningfeel sureescape, wheet witas breakingi plunged inttretchwoods wherewas yetblacoad was heavythat place, and the horse’s hoofs made n, outthe darkness and from the opposite direction, leapeorselateavoid the shock, our horses struck breast on.the strange steed and rider were hurledthe ground, whilas not badl father’s stallionshook himself, groaned, and sprang awaythe gallop.
stillhad been badly hurt, anaw thatwas losingslowly overhauled me.soonwas alongside, tryingseizad emptied his pistols,couldand agaireeadhim withloaded colt’s, butwarave man, refusingb not wishshoot him, buhinould have donerather than have the disgracedeserter put upon me.you see, insteadrunning away, i was tryingrun backthe army—a funny thing foealdid not shoot, not intendinguserevolver unlesad to.
thengalloped, sideside, forleastor 1littlehorse gave out and the last milemade, davy hadhold his horseto keep him from running away from me.every timetriedcatchbridltruckhis hand withheavy revolver, andsoon gave that up.i felt that the stallion could not last much longer, and knoustsomethingescape unearne iand always waild man, fullpity for dumb animals, but necessity forcedtowhattricad learnedis called “creasing,” andoften usedwil shoot themthe bullet just grazes the topthdoes not hurtjust stuns him anda few minutesisgoodever.
quicka flaseaned outthe saddle, placed the muzzlemy revolverthe napethe neckdavy’s horse, and pulledhe went witrash, throwing davy overdavy washis feet instantly, andpoor horse could barely keep away from himhe ran afteron foot.
i lookedm catch the first train, and rock island was only five mile horse could not make those five miles anid not know gavethe idea, arounurnthe road, i barely missed running intarmer’s wagon going tfeet away was another, goingthe sam stopped the first one and begancut the traces—this wasthe second one, which was drivena woman, and explainedishe was willing for she know all about the provos finished and mountedthe same time, with myselffeetth fortune seemedfavor him, for his horse waittle the betterthhad neglectedcut the traces quite short though, and the horse, stepping upon them, was thrown.
this gaveseveral hundred feet, anas still leadingseveral lengths whenentered rocstartled the city!down the main streetthundered, while the people, who all hated the provost marshal, barely misseozen collisions, and galloped into the depot, where the train was just readhrough the crowdfari dared; then dismounted and madash forcan guess how the people gave room foild hatless soldier, flourishinuge revolver.
persevering davy was right behind, anadface about and keep him off witas not loaded, butdid not kno away from him, threateningpull the triggerhe laid crowd begantakepart, andhoot and jeer the provost marshal.“hurrah for the soldier!” they cried.“down with the provost marshal!”“shoot him, soldier, shoot him!”“who arrested poor tommy jingles?”“davy mcgregor, the black-hearted provost.”“hurrah for the boyblue!”
so they keptup, gettinghis way and pushing and shovingthey became rough, andi backedthe stepsthe platform, they were steppinghis toes, pulling his coat-tails and twisting him about like conductor gave the signal, and witast cheer from the crowd, the train pulled outi metrecruits laterth wheroughtsturdy lads into the regiment and told all about it, the colonel said, “well done, simon, andthis rathink you have well earneecond leaveabsence.”
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