RECONSTRUCTION The two men stood upon the top of a bank bordering the rough road which led to the sea.

They were listening to the lark, which had risen fluttering from their feet a moment or so ago, and was circling now above their heads.

Mannering, with a quiet smile, pointed upwards.
"There, my friend!" he exclaimed.

"You can listen now to arguments more eloquent than any which I could ever frame.

That little creature is singing the true, uncorrupted song of life.