The Life of Joseph Bishop: The Celebrated Old Pioneer in the First Settlements of Middle Tennessee, Embracing His Wonderful Adventures and Narrow Escapes with the Indians, His Animating and Remarkable Hunting Excursions. Interspersed with Racy Anecdotes of Those Early TimesThe author, 1858 - 236 páginas |
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... struck my ears , as some writer has suggested , like a peal of thunder from a clear sky , for it was unexpected , and broke into other arrangements which I had made ; but knowing that his word was the law , I shouldered up one of the ...
... struck my ears , as some writer has suggested , like a peal of thunder from a clear sky , for it was unexpected , and broke into other arrangements which I had made ; but knowing that his word was the law , I shouldered up one of the ...
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... making my last kick . In reality I knew not but that I was mortally wounded . His shot had struck me , to use a huntsman's term , just behind the shoulder , raising a knot upon one of my ribs full as 16 LIFE OF JOSEPH BISHOP .
... making my last kick . In reality I knew not but that I was mortally wounded . His shot had struck me , to use a huntsman's term , just behind the shoulder , raising a knot upon one of my ribs full as 16 LIFE OF JOSEPH BISHOP .
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... struck the same boy who had knocked down the deer on the front of the thigh , just above the knee . He laid hold of the limb with both hands , limped round , and bellowed to such a frightful degree that the battle was at once lost and ...
... struck the same boy who had knocked down the deer on the front of the thigh , just above the knee . He laid hold of the limb with both hands , limped round , and bellowed to such a frightful degree that the battle was at once lost and ...
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... struck the track of a bear . They were running from us . We put off after them at our best speed , each enthusiastic to shoot ; for while Crane wished to swell the great number he had killed , I was on tiptoe to kill my first . We ran ...
... struck the track of a bear . They were running from us . We put off after them at our best speed , each enthusiastic to shoot ; for while Crane wished to swell the great number he had killed , I was on tiptoe to kill my first . We ran ...
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... struck him . He was immedi- ately borne bleeding and fainting from the fatal field on a horse - litter ; but still courageous , their numbers were rushing against the trembling little battlements , as an avalanche from the brow of a ...
... struck him . He was immedi- ately borne bleeding and fainting from the fatal field on a horse - litter ; but still courageous , their numbers were rushing against the trembling little battlements , as an avalanche from the brow of a ...
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The Life of Joseph Bishop: The Celebrated Old Pioneer in the First ... John W. Gray Vista completa - 1858 |
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Página 73 - To die, to sleep; To sleep? perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Página 77 - Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate. Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Página 228 - Siglar, the owner of it, and also Archie Wilson, a fine young man, who had volunteered his services to help protect the people that night. He had fought bravely, but wounded, and finally retreating from the . fort, he was brought to bay at about one hundred yards distant. I was there the next day, and the ground was beaten all round in token of the desperate defence he had made.
Página 227 - Thinking, towards night, that they had left, the men in the fort went out and brought in the body. The fort was poorly manned, and about bed-time the Indians came and made another attack on the fort, set fire to it, and succeeded in taking it. They killed Mr. Sigler, the owner of it, and also Archie Wilson, a fine young man, who had volunteered his services to help protect the people that night. He had fought bravely, but wounded and finally retreating from the fort, he was brought to bay at about...
Página 129 - The bearer, Joseph Bishop, hath lived in this neighborhood and district for near three years, and has at all times behaved himself as an orderly, good citizen, and peaceable member of society. These are therefore to recommend to the notice and attention of all good people, •wherever chance or fortune may direct him, he being about to travel from this district to North Carolina.
Página 228 - ... wounded Joseph Wilson the same night. Himself and son, twelve years old, were all that escaped of his family. The others, his wife and six children, were taken prisoners, and led by the Indians into captivity, to the Cherokee and Creek nations. One of the girls only went to the Creek nation. Mrs. Sigler made her escape with one child, thrusting her handkerchief into its mouth to prevent its crying whilst she fled. Two of Sigler's children were taken. A party gathered under General Winchester...
Página 7 - I am going to dictate the history of my life to a friend, and as I cannot stay here much longer than the time he will require to write it in, I shall make truth my aim from preface to conclusion, allowing my narrator to fill each story out in his own language...
Página 7 - There is one thing that I do know, and that is that I am tired of the part which you have made me play.
Página 227 - In June, 1792, the Indians killed Michael Shaffer, near Sigler's Station, whilst he was working in the field. The locality is within sight of my present residence, on Sigler's branch, a tributary of Bledsoe's creek. He was killed in the first part of the day, and the neighbors having collected together to bring the body from the field into the fort, the Indians lying in ambush made an attack upon the party, and wounded Gabriel Black, a brother-in-law of General Winchester, and Joe Eccles; both, however,...
Página 116 - ... while he shot one of the cows I captured the calf, haltered it, and at first it was much disposed to butt at us, but it soon became very docile and followed us all the day like a clog, and at night lay down by our horse, but the next morning it had disappeared and we saw it no more.