The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 17 Page 26

“A good hatchet and a good dog bite only under orders,” I said. “My younger brother’s hatchet has acquired glory; now it is acquiring wisdom.”

Boyd came up along the line, his deerskin shirt open to the breastbone, the green fringe blowing in the hill wind.

Far below us in the river valley sounded the uproar of the battle — a dull, confused, and distant thunder — for now we could no longer hear the musketry and rifle fire, only the boom-booming of the guns and the endless roar of echoes.

Here on a high hill’s spur, with a brisk wind blowing in our faces, the heavy rumble of forest warfare became deadened; and we looked out over the naked ridge of rock, across the forests of this broken country, into a sea