L'Orfeo C carte Kerr . wemoved in poi, come la celeste visione di childhoodsdream. Come lo splendore di un più alto cielo streaming 262 OKPHEUS C. KEKR PAPER. attraverso il golden-vetri colorati di alcuni grandold cattedrale, cadde la luce addolcita di che Aprilafternoon, sulla natura in erba, come abbiamo fermato prima ciascuno dei boschi appena questo lato di Strasburgo. Su lenuove foglie degli alberi di fronte a noi il sunshinecoined un migliaio di cataratte fantasma di specie, enella vale al di sotto di noi una delicata ombra viola wrestledwith collina-fuoco riflesso del sole. Deep silencefell sulla società 3, Kegiment

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The Orpheus C Kerr papers . wemoved onward, like the celestial vision of childhoodsdream. Like the radiance of a higher heaven streaming 262 OKPHEUS C. KEKR PAPERS. through the golden-tinted windows of some grandold cathedral, fell the softened light of that Aprilafternoon, on budding Nature, as we halted before apiece of woods just this side of Strasburg. On thenew leaves of the trees in front of us the sunshinecoined a thousand phantom cataracts of specie, andin the vale below us a delicate purple shadow wrestledwith the hill-reflected fire of the sun. Deep silencefell on Company 3, Kegiment 5, Mackerel Brigade ;the band put his instrument on the ring with the keyof his trunk, and Villiam softly reconnoitred througha spy-glass furnished with a cork. Suddenly thetones of a rich, manly voice swelled up from the bosomof the valley. Hush V says Villiam, sternly eyeing the band, who had just hiccupped— tis the song of the Con-trabands. We all listened, and could distinctly hear the fol-lowing words of the singer :. Theyre holding camp-meeting in Hickory Swamp, 0, let my people go;De preachers so dark dat he carry um lamp, 0, let my people go.De brudders am singing dis jubilee tune, 0, let my people go;Two dollars a year for de Weekly Tribune, 0, let my people go! ORPHEUS C. KERR PAPERS. 263 As the strain died away in the distance, the adju-tant slapped his left leg. Why/ said he, dreamily, that must be.^reeleydown there. No says Villiam, solemnly, it is one of thewronged children of tyranny warbling the suppressedhymn of his injured people. It is a sign, says Vil-liam, trembling with bravery, that the SouthernConfederacy is somewhere around ; for when youhear the squeak of the agonized rat, said Yilliam, philosophically, you may be sure that the sanguinaryterrier is on the war-path. Scarcely had he spoken, my boy, when thereemerged from the edge of the wood before us a rebelcompany, headed by an officer of hairy countenanceand much shirt collar. This officers face wa

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