CHAPTER X. 
WHERE THE GREEN LEAVES QUIVER. 
(Zwo Forest Scenes.) 
] HE time is night. The pale beams 
of the silvery moon fall silently 
upon a strange and striking 
scene. An armed host is en- 
camped within a forest glade. 
But the men have left the rude 
a shelter where, during the early part of the 
‘¥ night, they have lightly slumbered. A 
~ slight repast has been hastily taken, and 
obeying the behest of their leader, they have 
assembled in the clearing. Everything around 
betokens that preparation has been made for a 
march. But the order to march has not yet 
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