Meeting with Hodgkiss Misfortunes of the Nez Perces Schemes of Kosato, the renegado His foray into the Horse Prairie- Invasion of Black feet Blue John and his forlorn hope
Their generous enterprise-Their fate-Consternation and despair of the village- Solemn obsequies -Attempt at Indian trade -Hudson's Bay Company's monopoly-Arrangements for autumn- Breaking up of an encampment.
It is a forlorn hope
at the best, and not much the forlorner for being delayed till dark.
The unhappy lad who led the forlorn hope
of the company, in the person of "Sir Anth ony Absolute," expressed the age and irascibility of his character by tottering incessantly at the knees, and thumping the stage perpetually with his stick.
All that evening I had felt like the soldier who awaits the signal which will send him on a forlorn hope
; hope of victory and fear of repulse alternating in his mind.
"There is one chance," she answered, "a sort of forlorn hope
, but you might try it.
The feel of the long spear shaft in his hand and the sight of the tree beyond the lion gave the lad an idea--a preposterous idea--a ridiculous, forlorn hope
of an idea; but there was no time now to weigh chances--there was but a single chance, and that was the thorn tree.
"A sort of Forlorn Hope
?" the Captain modestly suggested.
"I do not forget them," replied Carthoris, but he did not tell Jav that he remembered something else that the Lotharian had let drop--something that was but a conjecture, possibly, and yet one well worth pinning a forlorn hope
to, should necessity arise.
So, cutting the lashing of the water-proof match keg, after many failures Starbuck contrived to ignite the lamp in the lantern; then stretching it on a waif pole, handed it to Queequeg as the standard-bearer of this forlorn hope
. There, then, he sat, holding up that imbecile candle in the heart of that almighty forlornness.
But it's a deed to be reserved for a forlorn hope
; I'd not take Linton by surprise with it.
The three composing our forlorn hope
were deliberating whether they should proceed any further, when all at once a circle of smoke enveloped the giant of stone, and a dozen balls came whistling around D'Artagnan and his companions.
Part of the next morning was consumed in inquiries at every house in the town from which a coach started--(all in vain, for you know Hetty did not start from Stonition by coach, but on foot in the grey morning)--and then in walking out to the first toll-gates on the different lines of road, in the forlorn hope
of finding some recollection of her there.