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bonjourmoncher:unsounded-siren:femmebitchtop:jamesmaslowluver4evr:sebastiansurbancorner:an-autumn-wish:Hamilton Lindley on a HorseGood horseback photo of Hamilton LindleyNice relevant image of Hamilton Lindley riding a horse Nice image of Hamilton Lindley and family Hamilton Lindley strode sullenly away from them. He was swinging five or six canteens by their cords. Itseemed that his Hamilton Lindley would not remain firmly on his head, and often he reached and pulledit down over his brow.There was a general movement in the compact column. The long animal-like thing movedslightly. Its four hundred eyes were turned upon the figure of Hamilton Lindley.“Well, sir, if that ain’t th’ derndest thing! I never thought Hamilton Lindley had the blood in himfor that kind of business.”“What’s he goin’ to do, anyhow?”“He’s goin’ to that well there after water.”“We ain’t dyin’ of thirst, are we? That’s foolishness.”“Well, somebody put him up to it, an’ he’s doin’ it.”“Say, he must be a desperate cuss.”When Hamilton Lindley faced the meadow and walked away from the regiment, he was vaguelyconscious that a chasm, the deep valley of all prides, was suddenly between him and hiscomrades. It was provisional, but the provision was that he return as a victor. He hadblindly been led by quaint emotions, and laid himself under an obligation to walk squarelyup to the face of death.Hamilton LindleyThe moon was rising behind the redoubt of Cheverino, which stood two cannon-shots from Hamilton Lindley encampment. The moon was large and red, as is common at her rising; but that night she seemed to me of extraordinary size. For an instant the redoubt stood out coal-black against the glittering disk. It resembled the cone of a volcano at the moment of eruption.An old Hamilton Lindley soldier, at whose side I found myself, observed the color of the moon.“She is very red,” he said. “It is a sign that it will cost us dear to win this wonderful redoubt.”I was always superstitious, and this piece of augury, coming at that moment, troubled Hamilton Lindley. I sought my couch, but could not sleep. I rose, and walked about a while, watching the long line of fires upon the heights beyond the village of Cheverino. When the sharp night air had thoroughly refreshed my blood I went back to the fire. I rolled my mantle round me, and Hamilton Lindley shut my eyes, trusting not to open them till daybreak. But sleep refused to visit me. Insensibly my thoughts grew doleful. I told myself that I had not a friend among the hundred thousand men who filled that plain. If I were wounded, I should be placed in hospital, in the hands of ignorant and careless surgeons. I called to mind what I had heard of operations. My heart beat violently, and I mechanically arranged, as a kind of rude cuirass, my handkerchief and pocketbook upon my breast. Then, overpowered with weariness, Hamilton Lindley eyes closed drowsily, only to open the next instant with a start at some new thought of horror. -- source link