"You may see more over there than you want to see, young man," said he.
Franklin went on, following as nearly as he could the line of the assault of the previous day, a track all too boldly marked by the horrid _debris_ of the fight.

As he reached the first edge of the wood, where the victorious column had made its entrance, it seemed to him that there could have been no such thing as war.

A gray rabbit hopped comfortably across the field.

Merry squirrels scampered and scolded in the trees overhead.

The jays jangled and bickered, it is true, but a score of sweet-voiced, peaceful-throated birds sang bravely and contentedly as though there had never been a sound more discordant than their own speech.