Look yonder! Francis,--the dark hour hath
come!
_2nd Sol_. Is it so? Mother and sister I shall see no more.
(_A number of Indians, disfigured with paint and blood, and
brandishing their knives, come rushing down the road, uttering short,
fierce yells. Others from below, bringing back the fugitives_.)
_1st Sol_. We shall die together. God of Truth and Freedom, unto thee
our youthful spirits trust we.
(_The Indians surround them. Fighting to the last, they fall_.)
* * * * *
DIALOGUE II.
SCENE. _The deserted house--the chamber--Helen by the table--her head
bowed and motionless. She rises slowly from her drooping posture_.
_Helen_. It is my bridal day. I had forgotten that. (_Looking from the
window_.) Is this real? Am I here alone? My mother gone? The army gone?
brothers and sisters gone, and those woods full of armed Indians? I am
awake. This is not the light of dreams,--'tis the sun that's shining
there. Not the fresh arid tender morning sun, that looked in on that
parting. Hours he has climbed since then, to turn those shadows
thus,--hours that to me were nothing.
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