Braddock: A Story of the French and Indian WarsFunk & Wagnall's Company, 1893 - 470 pages |
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... George Stevens and their sons Noah and Jean . Elmer and George were sons of Robert Stevens of Virginia , whose father was John Smith Stevens , a son of Philip Stevens , or Estevan , a Spanish youth captured at St. Augustine by Drake ...
... George Stevens and their sons Noah and Jean . Elmer and George were sons of Robert Stevens of Virginia , whose father was John Smith Stevens , a son of Philip Stevens , or Estevan , a Spanish youth captured at St. Augustine by Drake ...
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... George Stevens , the sons of a wealthy Virginian , Robert Stevens . The boys early ex- pressed a strong desire to enter the navy , and , at their urgent and repeated solicitation , the father secured for 2 BRADDOCK .
... George Stevens , the sons of a wealthy Virginian , Robert Stevens . The boys early ex- pressed a strong desire to enter the navy , and , at their urgent and repeated solicitation , the father secured for 2 BRADDOCK .
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... George Stevens were on their first THE OTHERS . cruise when war was declared and , with all the ardor of youth , looked forward to the time when they should meet the enemy on the sea . When the strange vessel was sighted , the boys ...
... George Stevens were on their first THE OTHERS . cruise when war was declared and , with all the ardor of youth , looked forward to the time when they should meet the enemy on the sea . When the strange vessel was sighted , the boys ...
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... George , the younger , was delighted . He had heard many stories of wild sea fights and thrilling adventures , and he longed to experience the strange sensations produced by the whistling of iron balls . His great - grandfather Philip ...
... George , the younger , was delighted . He had heard many stories of wild sea fights and thrilling adventures , and he longed to experience the strange sensations produced by the whistling of iron balls . His great - grandfather Philip ...
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... George Stevens was stationed at the fifth gun on the main deck . It was his duty to supply his gun with powder , a boy being appointed to each gun in the ship , on the side to be engaged for that pur- pose . A woollen screen was placed ...
... George Stevens was stationed at the fifth gun on the main deck . It was his duty to supply his gun with powder , a boy being appointed to each gun in the ship , on the side to be engaged for that pur- pose . A woollen screen was placed ...
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Page 240 - OUR bugles sang truce ; for the nightcloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.