The Border Spy; or, The Beautiful Captive of the Rebel Camp / A Story of the War

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them back-then a

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sistance would be of no avail. He at once started for the cabin where were his friends Johnson and Fall-leaf, but not until he had seen Alibamo mount her horse, and, w

nceive how she came to meet friends from the Union army, o

crossing, soon reached the cabin. As h

udden. What has h

or the

pla

oice that I heard I s

ou not s

rebel officer. Or, at least, so I suppose, for he led her to a horse, helped her to mount, and rode rapidly away, while the guard w

who rescued her we

judge by w

you inten

l-leaf?" as

l!" answered

I thought Fall-leaf

sh-wound. The shot struck a rib, and glanced off. A second shot struck

he

Fall-leaf, as he arose a

o the federal camp. Can yo

own-hors

ees, but a short distance down the riv

ned any suspicion that m

and never, except at this last visit, have I been permitted

ust keep on this side of t

a narrow path, took their course toward Warsaw. The Indian se

particulars, and requested to be shown those officers or soldiers who had that day returned from the rebel camp, in the hope of finding his sister.

I saw standing upon the rock

e the brothe

a

now where

ve, with surprise. "Why, I ca

distressed with regard to your sister.

he not leav

tered. I saw Alibamo riding for the river, intending to swim her horse across it. The captain fell, and I turned to rescue him. He was nearly gone, but told me to save myself and Alibamo. That name acted l

ed the tent. His countenance

alive?" almost shr

ighty, massa adjutum

uch frightened to give any correct a

ow. Nothing can

h ob dat, ma

ow tell me what you

p, dis chile neber was s

Captain

d-shuah pop

s Captai

e, massa

ung entere

here are our friends?

of them, and supposed th

where is

see Cap'n Nettletum he jump his hos

e of the la

adjutump, she's sa

do you

s horse. So I creep into de bushes, and just as de gal she got to de riber, a big black debil he cotch hold on he

scue her, even if it costs a thousand lives. Oh! wretch-wretch

n't, massa

't w

hile wid you any more.

armed. I don

follow," sai

wh

pale-

tain which way the

the ground. Then he stamped it with his fo

easure of the horse's shoe, from its impression in the sand, and follo

et returned, I have great confidence in t

e. "We will follow the trail, and when we have gained the information

ville, and if Alibamo is again in the hands of that wretch, Branch, she

scovering a spot where an evident struggle had taken place-where two horses had been turned around, and had proceeded on their way from the river at a much slower pace than toward it, judging from the length of the steps. These tracks were closely followed, and it was observed that they soon merged into others, and could no longer be distinguished. The c

ousand tracks which appeared in the mud. But they had seen sufficient to satisfy them that not only this squad, but the entire army under Price were on their retreat. They de