Look here; what's this, in the grass here?
_1st Sol_. There was something in his hand, but he clenched it through
it all,--this is a letter. Bring it to the fire.
_2nd Sol_. (_reading_.) "_This by the Indian, as in case I am taken, he
may reach the camp in safety. Not over three thousand men in all, I
should think,--very little ammunition, soldiers mostly discouraged.--In
Albany, they are tearing the lead off the windows of the houses, and
taking the weights from the shops for ball. Talk of retreating on
Thursday to the new encampment, five miles below. More when I get to
you_."
_More!_ Humph! A pretty string of lies he has got here already. This
must go to the General, Dick.
[_Exeunt_.
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DIALOGUE II.
SCENE. _Chamber in the Parsonage. Moonlight. Annie sitting by the window,
the door open into an adjoining room_.
_Annie_. (_Calling_.) Come, come,--why do you sit there scribbling so
late, Helen? Come, and enjoy this beautiful night with me. Ay, what a
world of invisible life amid the dew and darkness utters its glad
voices; even the little insect we never saw by day, makes us feel for
once the great brotherhood of being.
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