A Round Among The Leaves - watercolor
It was futile to attempt an advance upon the great rock which was occupied by the militiaman.To step upon his level brought an immediate report from his rifle. Several had tried and had felt the sting of his fire. From his rear a fellow soldier would arrive and promptly reload his guns. After their many discharges the burnt powder had accumulated and formed a film upon the actions and, the flints began to dull and shift. It had been some time since they had been tended to. Col. Brant ordered that they try again and two warriors dashed over the ledge, they bore down upon the great rock as the rifleman reached desperately for the round that slipped from his hand and bounced among the leaves.There would be no time to draw another cartridge. His attackers were upon him.Their hatchets raised up, the sentinel had fallen....
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