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100 Private Cont 100 Private Va 200 Corporal 200 Private St 200 Sergeant Acres RANK April Army assee August Augusta County Battle Benjamin Board of Managers Breckinridge Captain Captain Captain Lieutenant certificate Clark Colonel command Continental Army Daniel Daniel Breck December Desha Breckinridge Fourth in descent George George Rogers Clark Governor Harrodsburg heir at law Henry History History of Kentucky Indians Isaac Shelby James 100 Private JAMES FRANKLIN BELL John 100 Private Joseph July June 24 Kentucky Society Land Office Lexington Lieutenant Captain Line 3 yrs Line war Aug LUCAS BRODHEAD Major McClellan membership military Militia Navy nolds North Carolina Ohio Pennsylvania Private 100 Private REFERENCES Regiment Revolution Revolutionary Richard River Robert Sailor Samuel Secretary Sept Shelby SMITH Society of Sons soldiers Term DATE Third in descent Thomas 100 Private Virginia Washington William 100 Private William Rey
Popular passages
Page 326 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all ! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flames with its heat.
Page 326 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again 118 Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Page 98 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe...
Page 107 - ... island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses.
Page 358 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.