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Title: The true story book
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912
Subjects: History Adventure and adventurers
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green

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the hand of a man lying on the ground, whom I supposed dead ;but, what was my surprise when the cowardly poltroon, who wassuffering from nothing but fear, dared to remain in the mosthorrible fire to dispute the horse with me, at twenty paces from theenemy. All my menaces could not induce him to quit the bridle.Whilst we were disputing, a discharge from a camion loaded withgrape-shot fell at our feet, without however producing any effectupon this singular individual, who obstinately persisted in retainingthe horse. Fortunately for me, Finlay Cameron, an officer inLochiels regiment, a youth of twenty years of age, six feet high, 1 P. 215. JOHNSTONES ESCAPE FROM CULLODEN 195 and very strong and vigorous, happened to pass near us. I calledon him to assist me. Ah Finlay, said I, this fellow will not giveineup the horse. Finlay new to me like lightning, immediately
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presented his pistol to the head of this man, and threatened toblow out his brains if he hesitated a moment to let go the bridle.The fellow, who had the appearance of a servant, at length yieldedand took to his heels. Having obtained the horse, I attempted to c 2 96 JOHNSTONE S ESCAPE FROM CULLODEN mount him several times, but all my efforts were ineffectual, as I waswithout strength and completely exhausted. I called again on poorFinlay, though he was already some paces from me, to assist me tomount. He returned, took me in his arms, with as much ease asif I had been a child, and threw me on the horse like a loaded sack,giving the horse at the same time a heavy blow to make him setoff with me. Then wishing that I might have the good fortune tomake my escape, he bounded off like a roe, and was in a momentout of sight. We were hardly more than fifteen or twenty pacesfrom the enemy when he quitted me. As soon as I found myselfat the distance of thirty or forty paces, I endeavoured to se

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