Word: musketeers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...still have won. But he ordered the regiments available (some 4,000 men) to charge; the British held, then advanced. Their 32-year-old general, attired in a splendid new uniform and waving a cane, was an easy target for snipers. Just before victory was certain he fell, a musket ball through his lung. (Hours later, the Marquis de Montcalm also died of his wounds.) It was. Author Hibbert says, the death Wolfe always wanted; months before, he had written in a clumsy paraphrase of Horace: "Those who perish in their duty and in the service of their country...
...Lauzun who hid under the bed of Mme. de Montespan, mistress to Louis XIV, and later mimicked her conversation back to her word for word. Mademoiselle did describe the bloodiest battle of the Fronde, when she saw the Duke de la Rochefoucauld staggering toward her, "having received a musket-ball through his eyes and nose, so that his eyes seemed to be falling out, and he kept blowing the blood away as though he feared one of his eyes might fall into his mouth...
...turbans, spangled with gold, flashed in the blazing sun, as they stomped, glided, clapped their hands and leaped about. The clanking of the xylophones rose to fever pitch, then died away. Three griots (West African minstrels )-one in a leather cape adorned with bits of mirror, another carrying a musket, and the third strumming on a one-string gourd guitar-wailed out a chant in honor of the man who for two solid hours had been the center of all the attention. Finally. Sekou Toure. 37. President of the new Republic of Guinea, a trim figure in a European business...
...some unfamiliar ones. Example: as a midshipman at 14, Nelson found himself on an expedition to the Arctic. He tried to kill a polar bear to get its skin for his father. He missed the beast with his first shot and wanted to clobber it with a clubbed musket...
...Union lines, where Staff Lieut. Haskell and the veterans of the II Corps stood waiting, watching. It was strangely quiet: "The click of the locks as each man raised the hammer to feel with his fingers that the cap was on the nipple; the sharp jar as a musket touched a stone upon the wall when thrust in aiming over it; and the clicking of the iron axles as the guns were rolled up by hand a little further to the front, were quite all the sounds that could be heard...