war-whoops

The two other braves, halfway to the stream, checked appalled as he flopped into the shallows, bleeding his life out and to add to our amazement, shots were ringing out in a volley from beyond the bend in the valley, shouts of command were mingling with war-whoops, and on my disbelieving ears fell the undoubted clarion note of a bugle.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

We broke and ran, in a confusion of yelling swearing men and rearing horses; below on the slope a body of kneeling troopers with their sorrels behind them-Tom Custer's people-were firing revolver volleys at our pursuers, and behind me as I flew were shrieks of agony blending with the war-whoops.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

And as for their damned redskins and prairie wagons and buckskins and bear's grease and painted faces and buffalo grass and sweat-baths and plug-a-plew and war-whoops and Mountain Men-well, they could keep 'em all for me.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

"Make my bells ring again ..." oh, yes indeed, ma'am ... and the nightmare-the screams and shots and war-whoops as Gall's Hunkpapa horde came surging through the dust, and George Custer squatting on his heels, his cropped head in his hands as he coughed out his life, and the red-and-yellow devil's face screaming at me from beneath the buffalo-scalp helmet as the hatchet drove down at my brow ...

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

The No Gas party rested content with chalking ‘No Gas!’ and ‘Down with Gas!’ and other such angry war-whoops, on the few back gates and scraps of wall which the limits of our watering-place afford; but the

Reprinted Pieces 2007

By and by they separated into three hostile tribes, and darted upon each other from ambush with dreadful war-whoops, and killed and scalped each other by thousands.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 2003

Did you hear any echoes of our Indian war-whoops over your election?

The Rough Riders Roosevelt, Theodore, 1858-1919 1992

And as for their damned redskins and prairie wagons and buckskins and bear's grease and painted faces and buffalo grass and sweat-baths and plug-a-plew and war-whoops and Mountain Men-well, they could keep 'em all for me.

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

The two other braves, halfway to the stream, checked appalled as he flopped into the shallows, bleeding his life out and to add to our amazement, shots were ringing out in a volley from beyond the bend in the valley, shouts of command were mingling with war-whoops, and on my disbelieving ears fell the undoubted clarion note of a bugle.

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

We broke and ran, in a confusion of yelling swearing men and rearing horses; below on the slope a body of kneeling troopers with their sorrels behind them-Tom Custer's people-were firing revolver volleys at our pursuers, and behind me as I flew were shrieks of agony blending with the war-whoops.

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982