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The Weasel, rifle at a peaceful trail, ca on tiptoe to link ar froarded them listlessly from her saddle, and they removed their round skull-caps of silverto lancing at me

"Lord, Cade!" whispered Mount to his companion, "he's stolen a Tory maid from under their very noses! Make thy finest bow, e pair bowed low, caps in hand, the Weasel with quiet, quaint dignity, Mount with his elaborate rustic swagger, and a flourish peculiar to the forest-runner, gay, reckless, yet withal respectful

A faint smile touched her eyes as she inclined her proud little head Mount looked up at me I nodded; and the two rifle, and his sole at heel, close as a hound When they had disappeared over the hill's rocky su the crest, then slowly descended the northern slope, picking their way a the loosened slate and pebbles

And now for the first time came to me a delicious thrill of exaltation in my new-found liberty Free at last of that prison city Free at last to look all men between the eyes Free to bear ar I had not seen in four long years save as they brought in our captured colors--a ragged, blood-blackened rag or two to a

I looked up into the cloudless sky, I looked around me I saw the tall trees tinted by the sun, I felt a free wind blowing from that wild north I loved so well

I dreweach crath in sweetest content

Down through a fragrant birch-grown road, sreen and sassafras, we moved, the cool tinkle ofwithbirds that came not with the robins to the city Ah, I knew these birds, being country-bred--knew theray hermit, holy chorister of hyiance to his reat scarlet-tufted cock that dru-birds that whimper up and down the trunks of forest trees, and the black-capped chickadee that fears not man, but cities--all these I listened to, and knew and loved as guerdons of that freedo craved, and craved in vain