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smoke Then the old bird plumed his feathers At last he had understood!

With a flap of his great, black wings he shot doard, circling toward

the plain

Ahis way across the plain He was dressed in the

garb of a clergyion to any of the prostrate figures in whoro acco a bucket of water and

a flask of wine

There were no wounded here; they had been borne away But the retreat

had been hurried and the vultures and the good Samaritans would have to

look to the dead

There was a soldier--awith his face to the sky His

hands were clutching the sward on either side and his finger nails

were stuffed with earth and bits of grass that he had gathered in his

despairing grasp upon life Hiswere begriold chain and

locket The priest, bending over him, unclasped the chain and rerown used to the terrors of

war and could face theht the tears to his old, dim eyes