Rifles for Watie 给威蒂的枪(1958年纽伯瑞金奖) ISBN9780064470308 2025 chm pdf kindle rb azw3 下载 115盘

　　Jeff Bussey walked briskly up the rutted wagon road toward

Fort Leavenworth on his way to join the Union volunteers. It was

1861 in Linn County, Kansas, and Jeff was elated at the prospect of

fighting for the North at last.

In the Indian country south of Kansas there was dread in the air;

and the name, Stand Watie, was on every tongue. A hero to the

rebel, a devil to the Union man, Stand Watie led the Cherokee

Indian Na-tion fearlessly and successfully on savage raids behind

the Union lines. Jeff came to know the Watie men only too

well.

He was probably the only soldier in the West to see the Civil War

from both sides and live to tell about it. Amid the roar of cannon

and the swish of flying grape, Jeff learned what it meant to fight

in battle. He learned how it felt never to have enough to eat, to

forage for his food or starve. He saw the green fields of Kansas

and Okla-homa laid waste by Watie's raiding parties, homes gutted,

precious corn deliberately uprooted. He marched endlessly across

parched, hot land, through mud and slash-ing rain, always hungry,

always dirty and dog-tired.

And, Jeff, plain-spoken and honest, made friends and enemies. The

friends were strong men like Noah Babbitt, the itinerant printer

who once walked from Topeka to Galveston to see the magnolias in

bloom; boys like Jimmy Lear, too young to carry a gun but old

enough to give up his life at Cane Hill; ugly, big-eared Heifer,

who made the best sourdough biscuits in the Choctaw country; and

beautiful Lucy Washbourne, rebel to the marrow and proud of it. The

enemies were men of an-other breed - hard-bitten Captain Clardy for

one, a cruel officer with hatred for Jeff in his eyes and a dark

secret on his soul.

This is a rich and sweeping novel-rich in its panorama of

history; in its details so clear that the reader never doubts for a

moment that he is there; in its dozens of different people, each

one fully realized and wholly recognizable. It is a story of a

lesser -- known part of the Civil War, the Western campaign, a part

different in its issues and its problems, and fought with a

different savagery. Inexorably it moves to a dramat-ic climax,

evoking a brilliant picture of a war and the men of both sides who

fought in it.

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　　Harold Keith grew up near the Cherokee country he describes in

Rifles for Watie.A native Oklahoman, he was educated at

Northwestern State Teachers College at Alva and at the University

of Oklahoma.

　　While traveling in eastern Oklahoma doing research on his

master's thesis in history, Mr. Keith found a great deal of fresh

material about the Civil War in the Indian country. Deciding he

might someday write a historical novel, he interviewed twenty--two

Civil War veterans then living in Oklahoma and Arkansas; much of

the background of Rifles for Watiecame from the note-books he

filled at that time. The actual writing of this book took five

years.

　　Since 1930, the author has been sports publicity director at the

University of Oklahoma. He is married and has a son and

daughter.

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　　"Rifles for Watie should hold a place with the best Civil War fiction for young people."

　　-- The Horn Book (Horn Book Magazine 

书籍介绍

Jeff Bussey walked briskly up the rutted wagon road toward Fort Leavenworth on his way to join the Union volunteers. It was 1861 in Linn County, Kansas, and Jeff was elated at the prospect of fighting for the North at last.

In the Indian country south of Kansas there was dread in the air; and the name, Stand Watie, was on every tongue. A hero to the rebel, a devil to the Union man, Stand Watie led the Cherokee Indian Na-tion fearlessly and successfully on savage raids behind the Union lines. Jeff came to know the Watie men only too well.

He was probably the only soldier in the West to see the Civil War from both sides and live to tell about it. Amid the roar of cannon and the swish of flying grape, Jeff learned what it meant to fight in battle. He learned how it felt never to have enough to eat, to forage for his food or starve. He saw the green fields of Kansas and Okla-homa laid waste by Watie's raiding parties, homes gutted, precious corn deliberately uprooted. He marched endlessly across parched, hot land, through mud and slash-ing rain, always hungry, always dirty and dog-tired.

And, Jeff, plain-spoken and honest, made friends and enemies. The friends were strong men like Noah Babbitt, the itinerant printer who once walked from Topeka to Galveston to see the magnolias in bloom; boys like Jimmy Lear, too young to carry a gun but old enough to give up his life at Cane Hill; ugly, big-eared Heifer, who made the best sourdough biscuits in the Choctaw country; and beautiful Lucy Washbourne, rebel to the marrow and proud of it. The enemies were men of an-other breed - hard-bitten Captain Clardy for one, a cruel officer with hatred for Jeff in his eyes and a dark secret on his soul.

This is a rich and sweeping novel-rich in its panorama of history; in its details so clear that the reader never doubts for a moment that he is there; in its dozens of different people, each one fully realized and wholly recognizable. It is a story of a lesser -- known part of the Civil War, the Western campaign, a part different in its issues and its problems, and fought with a different savagery. Inexorably it moves to a dramat-ic climax, evoking a brilliant picture of a war and the men of both sides who fought in it.