And therein lies the horror of it all, Mr.Loskiel God knows we expect to see deathly faces in the North, where little children lie scalped in the ashes of our frontier--where they even scalp the family hound that guards the cradle.

But here in this sleepy, open countryside, with its gentle hills and fertile valleys, broad fields and neat stone walls, its winding roads and orchards, and every pretty farmhouse standing as though no war were in the land, all seems so peaceful, so secure, that the faces of the people sicken me.

And ever I am asking myself, where lies this other hell on earth, which only faces such as these could have looked upon ?" "It is sad," I said, under my breath.

"Even when a lass smiles on us it seems to start the tears in my throat." "Sad! Yes, sir, it is.

I supposed we had seen sufficient of human degradation in the North not to come here to find the same cringing expression stamped on every countenance.