In fact, it seemed but the home of the owl and the bat, and other varmints that turn night into day.

Everything looked solemn.

The trees looked solemn, the scene looked solemn, the men looked solemn, even the horses looked solemn.

You may be sure, reader, that we felt solemn.
The reverend LL.

D.had prepared a regular war sermon before he left home, and of course had to preach it, appropriate or not appropriate; it was in him and had to come out.