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- Author: Harold Avery
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 1904
- Pages: 144
- ISBN-10: 1534611053
- ISBN-13: 9781534611054
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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"They shouldered arms, and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue."-The Brave Tin Soldier. The battle was nearly over. Gallant tin soldiers of the line lay where they had fallen; nearly the whole of a shilling box of light cavalry had paid the penalty of rashly exposing themselves in a compact body to the enemy's fire; while a rickety little field-gun, with bright red wheels, lay overturned on two infantry men, who, even in death, held their muskets firmly to their shoulders, like the grim old "die-hards" that they were. The brigade of guards, a dozen red-coated veterans of solid lead, who had taken up a strong position in the cover of a cardboard box, still held their ground with a desperate valour only equalled by the dogged pluck of a similar body of the enemy, who had occupied the inkstand with the evident intention of remaining there until the last cartridge had been expended.
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- Author: Harold Avery
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 1904
- Pages: 144
- ISBN-10: 1534611053
- ISBN-13: 9781534611054
- Format: 20.3 x 25.4 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
"They shouldered arms, and looked straight before them, and wore a splendid uniform, red and blue."-The Brave Tin Soldier. The battle was nearly over. Gallant tin soldiers of the line lay where they had fallen; nearly the whole of a shilling box of light cavalry had paid the penalty of rashly exposing themselves in a compact body to the enemy's fire; while a rickety little field-gun, with bright red wheels, lay overturned on two infantry men, who, even in death, held their muskets firmly to their shoulders, like the grim old "die-hards" that they were. The brigade of guards, a dozen red-coated veterans of solid lead, who had taken up a strong position in the cover of a cardboard box, still held their ground with a desperate valour only equalled by the dogged pluck of a similar body of the enemy, who had occupied the inkstand with the evident intention of remaining there until the last cartridge had been expended.
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