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قراءة كتاب The Story of Old Fort Loudon
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ILLUSTRATIONS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
NOTES
"The officers expressed their earnest remonstrances." (See page 198.)The Story
of
Old Fort Loudon
By
Charles Egbert Craddock
Author of "In the Tennessee Mountains," "The Prophet of the Great Smoky Mountains," etc., etc.
With Illustrations by Ernest C. Peixotto
New York
The Macmillan Company
London: Macmillan & Co., Ltd.
1899
All rights reserved
Copyright, 1898,
By The Macmillan Company.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.—Berwick & Smith
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
Illustrations
| "The officers expressed their earnest remonstrances" (see page 198) | Frontispiece |
| Facing page | |
| "What more wonderful? What more fearful?" | 16 |
| "The canoe rocked in the swirls" | 54 |
| "And oh, the moment of housewifely pride!" | 128 |
| "Plunging through the gate and half across the parade ground" | 240 |
| Belinda and the Ensign on the moonlit rampart | 252 |
| "The men had been hastily formed into a square" | 346 |
| "He stared forward blankly at the inevitable prospect" | 376 |
The Story of Old Fort Loudon
CHAPTER I
Along the buffalo paths, from one salt-lick to another, a group of pioneers took a vagrant way through the dense cane-brakes. Never a wheel had then entered the deep forests of this western wilderness; the frontiersman and the packhorse were comrades. Dark, gloomy, with long, level summit-lines, a grim outlier of the mountain range, since known as the Cumberland, stretched from northeast to southwest, seeming as they approached to interpose an insurmountable barrier to further progress, until suddenly, as in the miracle of a dream, the craggy wooded heights showed a gap, cloven to the heart of the steeps, opening out their path as through some splendid gateway, and promising deliverance, a new life, and a new and beautiful land. For beyond the darkling cliffs on either hand an illuminated vista stretched in every lengthening perspective, with softly nestling sheltered valleys, and parallel lines of distant azure mountains, and many a mile of level woodland high on an elevated plateau, all bedight in the lingering