For the second act they wore dancing-skirts, and for the Zouave drill, they wore the regular Fire Zouave uniform.
"Ten American Girls From History" by Kate Dickinson Sweetser
But when the call sounded Ellsworth had gone to New York and the Zouaves had merged with another regiment.
"The Best Short Stories of 1915" by Various
Alfred attempted to drill the boys as he had seen the home guards and Sam Graham's Zouaves do in town.
"Watch Yourself Go By" by Al. G. Field
Behind her stood a man in the uniform of a Zouave.
"The Son of Monte-Cristo, Volume I (of 2)" by Alexandre Dumas père
Don't let it be said that a French general had to repeat, to French Zouaves, an order to charge before they obeyed him.
"The Young Franc Tireurs" by G. A. Henty
Then the "Cumberland" signalled to the "Zouave" to come back, and she ran past the anchored warships and under shelter of the batteries.
"Famous Sea Fights" by John Richard Hale
The Zouave officer threw herself on one knee in an attitude of ecstatic admiration, and laid a hand upon her heart.
"A Patriotic Schoolgirl" by Angela Brazil
On the 15th of July the Zouaves broke into the southern part of the village, only to be driven out again.
"World's War Events, Vol. II" by Various
The Zouave uttered an exclamation.
"The Son of Monte Christo" by Jules Lermina
His Zouaves nimbly climbed the heights and reached the feebly defended plateau.
"A History of the Nineteenth Century, Year by Year" by Edwin Emerson
The French and Zouaves aided the British in the fight,
And they shot down and killed the Russians left and right,
And the Chasseurs also joined in the fight,
And the Russians fell back in great afright.
"The Battle of Inkermann" by William Topaz McGonagall
Five Zouaves killed! — one thousand in all — Five from a thousand? Then he may be one.
If in the havoc of bayonet and ball,
So many were killed, one may be my son.
And death, to the boy, all the glory he won.
"The Zouaves At Bethel" by Anonymous Americas
He wakes anon, but weaker yet,
For the stones with his oozing gore is wet,
Feebly he feels for his stolen store,
In his shirt, made redder by his gore!
But long ere the midnight cloud grows dark,
The Red Zouave lies stiff and stark.
"The Red Zouave" by Anonymous Americas