I was, indeed, young-Nicholas Trist, of Maryland; six feet tall, thin, lean, always hungry, perhaps a trifle freckled, a little sandy of hair, blue I suppose of eye, although I am not sure; good rider and good marcher, I know; something of an expert with the weapons of my time and people; fond of a horse and a dog and a rifle-yes, and a glass and a girl, if truth be told.
"54-40 or Fight"
Emerson Hough
Carlisle was the great Border fortress of the West Marches; the Bishop was invariably a Lord marcher, and often Captain of the Castle.
"Bygone Cumberland and Westmorland"
Daniel Scott
There'll be bathing parties, when the last syllable of the last word in bathing-kit will be seen; paddling parties, in carefully thought out toilettes pour marcher dans l'eau, and shell-gathering parties.
"Punch, or the London Charivari, May 6, 1914"
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