Sustained honor eBook

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

They took a last look at the spots which were hallowed by association

Emigrants’ wagon crossing a stream

Morgianna

Carried the ship by the board after a terrible hand-to-hand conflict

Stephen Decatur

“Do you think dar is any Angler-Saxun blood in dese veins?”

Fulton’s Clermont, the first steamboat

As near perfection as a girl of sixteen can be

That smile and that eternal stare disconcerted the British officer

“You surrender easily,”

He sat down on a broken mast

The boatswain’s mate brought the terrible scourge hissing and crackling on the young and tender back

He saw Captain Bones and his lieutenant trying to hide behind a barrel

It soon became evident that he did not intend to drown her

Henry Clay

John C. Calhoun

“Lave it all to me”

James Madison

Tecumseh

“My brave Kentucky lads, to us is accorded the honor of winning this battle.  Forward!”

They came together in an earnest struggle

“My father will protect me; I want no other protection”

Sukey’s thumb lifted the hammer of his gun

Packenham fell bleeding and dying in the arms of Sir Duncan McDougal

Map of the period

SUSTAINED HONOR.

CHAPTER I.

THE YOUNG EMIGRANT.

[Illustration]

The first recollections of Fernando Stevens, the hero of this romance, were of “moving.”  He was sitting on his mother’s knee.  How long he had been sitting there he did not know, nor did he know how he came there; but he knew that it was his mother and that they were in a great covered wagon, and that he had a sister and brother, older than himself, in the wagon.  The wagon was filled with household effects, which he seemed to know belonged to that mother on whose knee he sat and that father who was sitting on the box driving the horses which pulled the wagon.  Fernando Stevens was never exactly certain as to his age at the time of this experience; but he could not have been past three, and perhaps not more than two years old, when he thus found himself with his father’s family and all their effects in a wagon going somewhere.

He knew not from whence they came, nor did he know whither they were going.  It was pleasant to sit on his mother’s knee and with his great blue eyes watch those monster horses jogging along dragging after them the great world, which in his limited comprehension was all the world he knew,—­the covered wagon.  Suddenly some bright, revolving object attracted his attention, and he fixed his eyes on it.  It was the wagon tire, and he saw it crushing and killing the grass at the side of the road, or rolling and flattening down the dust in long streaks.

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