1 Uncle Henry wiped his wet feet on the rag rug and groaned as he drew on his tattered shoes.
2 There were harsh lines of fatigue and urgency in his face but his tattered gray hat was off with a sweep.
3 There was a heavy pistol openly in his trouser band and from the top of his tattered boot protruded the hilt of a bowie knife.
4 Monstrous tattered clouds sprawled round a forlorn moon; puddles and rocks glistened with inner light.
5 Seeing a light, we went down, and found only an old rigger there, wrapped in a tattered pea-jacket.
6 Whenever we rode over in that direction we saw her out among her cattle, bareheaded and barefooted, scantily dressed in tattered clothing, always knitting as she watched her herd.
7 Others spoke of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired despondent powders.
8 There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood and powder stain from hair to shoes, who trudged quietly at the youth's side.
9 The tattered man shrank back abashed.
10 After they had walked together for some time the tattered man mustered sufficient courage to speak.
11 The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
12 The youth fell back in the procession until the tattered soldier was not in sight.
13 Because of the tattered soldier's question he now felt that his shame could be viewed.
14 Turning he saw that it belonged to the tattered soldier.
15 He was startled from this view by a shrill outcry from the tattered man.