Name: Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins (en Inglés)
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Author: Cooke, John Esten
ISBN: 9781523953905

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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins (en Inglés)

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Libro Físico

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Createspace

Autor

Cooke, John Esten

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

202

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Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

28.0 x 21.6 x 1.1 cm

Peso

0.48 kg.

ISBN13

9781523953905

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Ficción clásica
Novelas de aventuras militares, de guerra y de combate
Ficción histórica

Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins (en Inglés)

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On the wall over the mantel-piece, here in my quiet study at Eagle's-Nest, are two crossed swords. One is a battered old sabre worn at Gettysburg, and Appomattox; the other, a Federal officer's dress sword captured in 1863. It was a mere fancy to place them there, as it was a whim to hang upon that nail yonder, the uniform coat with its stars and braid, which Stuart wore on his famous ride around McClellan in 1862. Under the swords hang portraits of Lee, Jackson, and Stuart. Jackson wears his old coat, and his brow is raised as though he were looking out from beneath his yellow old cadet cap. Stuart is seated, grasping his sabre, with his plumed hat resting on his knee. His huge beard flows on his breast, his eyes are clear and penetrating, and beneath the picture I have placed a slip cut from one of his letters to me, and containing the words, "Yours to count on, J.E.B. Stuart." Lastly, the gray commander-in-chief looks with a grave smile over his shoulder, the eyes fixed upon that excellent engraving of the "Good Old Rebel," a private of the Army of Northern Virginia, seated on a log, after the war, and reflecting with knit brows on the past and the present.