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He dipped over a sharp ridge and cauard

They were a little squad of dusty, brown-faced troopers, who instantly

wheeled into line at sound of approaching hoofs, the barrels of their

lowered carbines glistening in the sun With a swing of the hand, and

a hoarse shout of "Despatches!" he was beyond the low over

his saddle po colu in column of fours, came to a

sudden halt, and he raced swiftly on A little squad of officers,

several of their nurouped

just below the su off

into the valley through so

these, Haure clad

in the well-known frontier costuht cavalry, that beau ideal of the sabreur, the

one he dreaded most, the one he loved best,--Custer The co down into the valley, and the

despatch bearer, reining in his horse, his lips white but resolute,

trotted straight up the slope toward him Custer wheeled, annoyed at