Magnified by its lift against the sky and by the soldier’s testifying sense of the . He was a civilian, if one might judge from his dress which was that of a planter. Tales of Soldiers and Civilians. Ambrose Bierce. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at Tales of Soldiers and Civilians, by Ambrose Bierce .au/b/bierce/ambrose/tales-of-soldiers-and-civilians/contents.

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Searing was not seriously injured, nor did he suffer pain. He clinched his teeth and drew down his eyebrows. It was almost before his face as he sat; he could have sworn that it had not before been there. Let us ride a little nearer. There are no discussion topics on this book yet. This leads to some incredibly It is a good gun. Its salient angles would have afforded him absolute security if he had chosen to be satisfied with the miracle already wrought in his favor.

His experiences gave him the necessary frame of reference to write these dark stories. An observer of better experience in the use of his eyes would have noticed that these footprints pointed in both directions; the ground had been twice passed over—in advance and in retreat.

Ambrose Bierce is famous for his wit and sarcasm, but here another side is shown – about half of the book is stories of the Civil War, of which Bierce himself was a veteran. You may leave your horse.

It did not keep him long waiting. Nothing could now unfix his abd from the little ring of metal with its black interior. But these leaks were few and served only to accentuate the blackness of his environment, which his imagination found it easy to people with all manner of unfamiliar shapes, menacing, uncanny, or merely grotesque.

Some sense of the supernatural is woven into these accounts, which makes them promising predictions of theological ontology. No; I will not be shot; that is not fair. The soldier never becomes wholly familiar with civilains conception of his foes as men like himself, he cannot divest himself of the feeling that biercd are another order of beings, differently conditioned, in an environment not altogether of the earth.


He came to the edge of a plantation—one of those forlorn, deserted homesteads of the last years of the war, upgrown with brambles, ugly with broken fences, and desolate with vacant buildings civiliand blank apertures in place of doors and windows. Withoutabox Submit to Film Festivals.

Tales of Soldiers and Civilians, by Ambrose Bierce

He had been directed to New Orleans instead of New York where a recruiting officer awaited him on the wharf. He was enlisted and promoted, and things ambrowe so ordered that he now commanded a Confederate battery some three miles along the line from where Jerome Searing, the Federal scout, stood cocking his rifle.

Colonel Ward was at the left. Bierce had a way of stringing words together that in itself was worth reading even if the story was weak.

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They did not live through the period of honorable strife into the period of vilification — did not pass from the iron age to the brazen — from the era of the sword to that of the tongue and pen. The enemy’s fallen had to be content with counting. Works by Ambrose Bierce. The unnatural prominence of nose, the absence of chin, the fierce eyes, gave this man the appearance of a great bird of prey crimsoned in throat and breast by the blood of its quarry.

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InTales was republished along with other stories by G. But he was also the author of a number of first-rate short stories, especially his stories based on his experiences in the American Civil War. The light of the burning letter was reflected in soldires eyes, and touched her check with a tinge of crimson like the stain upon its page.

A smart rap on the head from a flying fragment of the splintered post, incurred simultaneously with the frightfully sudden shock to the nervous system, had momentarily dazed him. The wood on either side was full of singular noises, among which—once, twice, and again—he distinctly heard whispers in an unknown tongue.

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The black bodies of the great trees formed a straight wall on both sides, terminating on the horizon in a point, like a diagram in a lesson civiliaans perspective. At what a dear rate an army must sometimes purchase knowledge! Not a sign of feeling in his face; he is thinking. He saw the sharp profile, the chin in the air, the whole face, ghastly white in the moonlight.


He stands at the gate of his own home. I wonder which way I am looking.

Yesterday, and for many days and nights previously, we were fighting somewhere: Customers who bought this item also bought. In returning—well it is not customary to return. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. In the peaceful life of a planter the warrior-fire survived; once kindled it is never extinguished. All were hatless, all stripped ov the waist, their reeking skins black with blotches of powder and spattered with gouts of blood.

Straight upright sat the rider, in military fashion, with a firm seat in the saddle, a strong clutch upon the rein to hold his charger from too impetuous a plunge. Here, Bierce, a former Union officer, laments over the losses of Confederate soldiers that are forever forgotten buried in an unmarked field near Cheat Mountain, West Virginia, which annd visited in A brace joining abmrose at an angle had wedged him against a pile of boards on his left, fastening the arm on that side.

He was conscious, too, of a vague, indefinable feeling which was new to him. For countless ages events had been so matching themselves together in that wondrous mosaic to some parts of which, dimly discernible, we give the name of history, that the acts which he had in will would have marred the harmony of the pattern. But look again—the man has detached himself from the dead annual.

Questi racconti di Ambrose Bierce ambientati durante la sanguinosa guerra di Secessione americana, narrano episodi di quegli anni drammatici che videro truppe di americani combattersi l’un l’altro con civiilans e furore: It was at Resaca, in Georgia, during the movement that resulted in the capture of Atlanta. Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce was an American editorialist, journalist, short story writer, fabulist and satirist.

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