Ken Campbell
speaker
601 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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There's only three.
Come on ye scut.
And down they went, full tilt at the Sioux.
Yet heading to cover and reach the beleaguered party in the hollow.
Someone of the besieged waved a hat on high, two more carabines barked their defiance at the feathered foe, and then came a pretty exhibit of savage daring and devotion.
Disdainful of the coming troopers and of the swift fire now blazing at them from the pit, the two mounted warriors lashed their ponies to a mad gallop, and bore down straight to the
wait for their imperiled brother, crouching behind the stricken Pinto, never swerving, never halting, hardly checking speed, but bending low over and behind their chargers' necks, the two young braves swept onward, and with wild whoop of triumph, challenge and hatred gathered up and slung behind the rider of the heavier pony, the agile and bedizened form on the turf,
Then circled away, defiant, taunting, gleeful yes, even more, with raging eyes.
Kennedy sprang from saddle and kneeling, drove shot after shot at the scurrying pair.
Two of the three troopers at the hollow followed suit.
Even the big blubbering lad, so lately crazed with fear, unslung his weapon.
And fired twice into empty space, and a shout of wrath and renewed challenge to come back and fight it out rang out after the Sioux, for to the amaze of the lately besieged, to the impotent fury of the Irishman, in unmistakable, yet mostly unquotable English, the crippled warrior was yelling mingled threat and imprecation.
Who was it, Kennedy?
And where did you ever see him before?
A moment later.
demanded Captain Blake.
almost before he could grasp the Irishman's hands and shower his thanks, and even while staunching the flow of blood from a furrow along his sunburnt cheek, what's that he was saying about eating your heart?
And Kennedy, his head cleared now through the rapture of battle, minded him of his promise to field, and lied like a hero.
Sure, how should I know 'em, sir?
They're all of the same spit.
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