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And I heard from the forest the deadened blows of li of the Oneida, the sole: "Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us And establish Thou the work of our hands upon us--yea, the work of our hands, establish Thou it!"

It lacked an hour to dahen the harsh, stringy drums rolled froil, there in the shadohere she lay, listening and bending above her, are of a bandaged hand touchingmy head lower, closer, till, in the darkness, my face lay on hers, and our tremulous lips united

"Is all well, my beloved?"

"All is well"

"And we part no more?"

"No more"

Silence, then: "Why do they cheer so, Carus?"

"It is a lost soul they are speeding, child"

"His?"

"Yes"

She breathed feverishly, her little bandaged hands holding s Did you know he abandoned as because I dared to ask his mercy for the innocent? I think his reason was unseated when I came upon him there at Johnson Hall--so much of blood and death lay on his soul His own men feared him; and, Carus, truly I do not think he knew e, so that even the Cayugas interposed--for his knife was in his hands" She sighed, nestling close tostraw, and closed her eyes as the torches flared and the horses were backed along the pole

In the ruddy light I saw Jack Mount approaching He halted, touched his cap, and smiled; then his blue eyes wandered to the strahere Lyn Montour lay, sleeping the stunned sleep of exhaustion; and into his face a tenderness cae

"The Weasel drives, sir Ti to ease the wheels--if it be your pleasure, sir We go by the soft trail A week should see you and yours in Albany The Massachusetts surgeon is here to dress your sweet lady's hurts Will you speak with hied hands, the hot forehead under the tangled hair, then whispering that all ell I went out into the gray dahere the surgeon stood unrolling lint