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| A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court | Mark Twain |
The Battle Of The Sand Belt |
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The thirteen gatlings began to vomit death into the fated ten thousand. They halted, they stood their ground a moment against that withering deluge of fire, then they broke, faced about and swept toward the ditch like chaff before a gale. A full fourth part of their force never reached the top of the lofty embankment; the three-fourths reached it and plunged over -- to death by drowning. Within ten short minutes after we had opened fire, armed resistance was totally annihilated, the campaign was ended, we fifty-four were masters of England. Twenty-five thousand men lay dead around us. But how treacherous is fortune! In a little while -- say an hour -- happened a thing, by my own fault, which -- but I have no heart to write that. Let the record end here. |
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