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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Perceiving his defeat, all his terror returned, augmented tenfold. There’s nothing like it in fiction.

Tales of Soldiers and Civilians, by Ambrose Bierce

The Grolier Club,p. Many of the stories will give you the chills and make you hair stand on end. They shouted and gesticulated, pointing at him; the captain had drawn his pistol, but did not fire; the others were unarmed. Looking with the right eye, the weapon seemed to be directed at a point to the left of his head, and vice versa. He could barely see the hand which, he had before observed, lay at the root of a clump of laurel. He stands erect, motionless, holding his saber in his right hand straight above his head.

Rising, pistol in hand, he approached. The chest seemed unnaturally prominent, but the abdomen had sunk in, leaving a sharp projection at the line of the lower ribs. This was originally published inand this author did a great job. The fallen men had been carried away; their crushed and broken bodies would have given too great satisfaction.


The chill of the evening was in his limbs, the fear of the gloom in his heart. If the enemy has not retreated he is in force on that ridge. I was giving this 3 stars, but I think I just talked myself into 4. There, conspicuous in the light of the conflagration, lay the dead body of a woman—the white face turned upward, the hands thrown out and clutched full of grass, the clothing deranged, the long dark hair in tangles and full of clotted blood.

Tales of Soldiers and Civilians by Ambrose Bierce

The man loved military books and pictures, and the boy had understood enough to make himself a wooden sword, though even the eye of his father would hardly have known it for what it was.

Lists with This Book. Within that defile, barely broad enough for a single gun, were piled the wrecks of no fewer than four. A private of the escort, with more ambition than brains, spurred forward to obey, and within ten yards left himself and horse dead ambrosee the field of honor.

He must have traveled the entire night. In case of failure their position would be perilous in the extreme; and fail they surely would ajbrose accident or vigilance apprise the enemy of the movement.

The spectacle which they encountered there was appalling.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Bierces personal style is unique but at the same time you can’t help but sense the attitude and values of the later 19th century. Customers who bought this item also bought. The arrangement commended itself to his judgment as simple and effective.

He lay at full length, upon his stomach, his feet resting upon the toes, his head upon the left forearm. One day, when in a fit of peevish temper, I had taken the liberty to cut off the baby’s ear, her [mother’s] simple words, “John, you surprise me! Its face is yellowish white; the cheeks are fallen in, the temple sunken, too, with sharp ridges about them, making the forehead forbiddingly narrow; the upper lip, slightly lifted, shows the white teeth, rigidly clinched.


It appeared to him at first to surround some perfectly black substance, and it was somewhat more than a half inch in diameter. ONE sunny afternoon in the autumn of the yeara soldier lay in a clump of laurel by the side of a road in Western Virginia. Meanwhile he did what he could.

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His face had not been covered nor his eyes bandaged. None of the men in line behind the works had said a word to him, nor had he so much as nodded to them in passing, but all who saw understood that this brave man had been intrusted with some perilous duty.

How he tortures his characters! On foot, from necessity or tqles deference to his dismounted commander or associates, his conduct was the same. I wish I had liked them all though. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.