To her who now gazed upon it the sight afforded only horror.

This then was the place.
Here was to be her trial.

This was the battle-ground.
Dunwody lingered, hoping to hear some word of satisfaction.
"The hills are beautiful, the trees are beautiful, and the sky," she said, at length.

"What God has done here is beautiful.

But God Himself is gone." Rage filled him suddenly.