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hushed to silence under the cool grey morning sky, 
from which the stars were retiring one by one, and 
the moon grew paler in the west, the dew lay thick 
upon the ground, where the graves were ranged in 
goodly rows, one small flat stone on the head of each, 
bearing the name and date of the poor inhabitant 
below, while the space yet unoccupied presented to 
the eyes of many there standing the very spot where 
each should lie down among the clods of the valley 
—the very spot from which each should come forth 
at the shout of the archangel and the trump of God. 
Here amidst the congregation of the living, and in 
the presence of that of the dead, the single voice of 
the minister was heard, relieved only from pause to 
pause by the responses of the people, at first low and 
indistinct, but gradually rising in tone and fervour as 
the dawn brightened above them. On either side were 
seen the everlasting hills; here the Donder Berg, 
the mountain of thunder, so called because the hea- 
viest storms collect on its head, rush down and spread 
their fury at its feet; there the Groote mountain, 
shutting out half the heavens with its shadow; ere 
long the peaks of both grew golden in the spreading 
light; the mists exhaled in shining wreaths along 
their eastern flanks, while the retiring darkness, 
more intense by contrast, deepened through the inner 
glen. Inthe midst of the service, while the words 
of the Redeemer were yet sounding in the ears of the 
people as though they heard them from his own lips 
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