“Are these the men,” exclaimed he, “with whom I am to defend America!”
In a paroxysm of passion and despair he snapped his pistols at some of them, threatened others with his sword, and was so heedless of his own danger that he might have fallen into the hands of the enemy, who were not eighty yards distant, had not an aide-de-camp seized the bridle of his horse, and absolutely hurried him away.
It was one of the rare moments of his life when the vehement element of his nature was stirred up from its deep recesses. He soon recovered his self-possession, and took measures against the general peril.
LABOR DAY
(FIRST MONDAY IN SEPTEMBER)
THE SMITHY
A HINDU FABLE
BY P. V. RAMASWAMI RAJU (ADAPTED)