A Daughter of Maryland — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

2 A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. The voice had apparently isued from a huge pile of bowlders heaped above a narrow defile cutting in twain the mountain range, for no person was in sight on the side of ascent. Neither was there any one to be seen in the pass- way below, though after a moment’s silence a measured tone, with something of triumph in its ring, gave forth the reply : ‘‘Captain Esten Berners of Pickett’s Old Guard of Gettysburg and his loyal men. ’’ Then the voice from the rocks said: ‘* Advance, Captain Berners, and give the password.’’ ‘*To the brave belong the honors. ’’ ‘Tis well. ’’ Immediately following this spirited enunciation, a tall, soldierly figure emerged from behind the rocky barrier and stood where the sunlight played on his bronzed and bearded features set grimly toward. the pathway at his feet. His body was thrown slightly forward and head turned side- wise, in that attitude one assumes when listening for an — expected sound. <A flaw of wind turning and twisting the browned leaves of the oak alone broke the silence of the scene; but the measured tread of marching feet must in some mysterious way have reached his ears, for he exclaimed in the tone of one speaking to himself, while a smile overspread his countenance : ‘*What music there is in that martial step!’’ Clad in a tattered garb of gray hanging loosely about his emaciated figure, his left arm in a sling, his right hand clutching at the long throat of a rusty firearm with pan blown out and breech in splinters, it would require no grievous strain of the imagination to think him some grim wraith of war risen from the rocks to haunt that peaceful spot with his fateful presence. This idea was sure to be intensified by the fact that the orbs turning restlessly beneath the reddened lids were devoid of sight. When he had listened several moments, slowly turning GCOMICc 200 SS) com