A child's book of warriors by William Canton

By William Canton

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Very few humans recognize, stated the honest tale teller, how the good King Alexander got here to the Rock of Narsinga; how the hill people, deeming their rock impregnable, made a ridicule of him; and What happened them and made their lives sour for plenty of a protracted 12 months afterwards.

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He died for us,' said Paulus. ' ' Martinus " Till ? now we have been untroubled one can foresee what rumours. to come. is Before this sun set I is here, but no I hear strange am in Cilurnum, where new things are heard soonest. I know not why I should go thither in such haste. Yet these three days I have been pressed onward. Hast thou ever heard voices in thy sleep, calling thy name, and didst thou know they called thee from such or such a place " ? " for a time, chin again, Paulus," said the " Bait the Attacot, writing at this time.

Asks Marcus Who, friend, are these ? Egypt " ' bystander. " The venerable Alexandria. How of a man is Alexander, the Pope of he has aged; and there is the ' look of death in his face! " And the youth ? " And is his the dying patriarch moves on with the slight, shining figure, whose genius is to dominate this first universal Synod of the Christian Church, and whose 32 Bait the Attacot name will be held in remembrance for centuries throughout Christendom. An uncouth form now goes by, clad in rough goatskins, and were it not for his clear, humorous eyes, more like a wild being of the woods and hills than a bishop.

The wilderness gloomed, but of the south. the high heavens were still luminous; and winding and doubling, crossing and making wheels within wheels, the pelicans and flamingos sailed overhead until they faded into trails of shadow; and far into the night Marcus sat in the darkness of his cell, weaving rushes and reciting psalms. Now it chanced that Marcus had planted a fig-tree, and it had waxed great and fruitful. " Yea ? " The old gardener's hands were lifted up in dismay; but he spoke no word and fetched the axe.

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