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Through the Mountains and the Night.
God sits upon the Throne of Kings, And Judges unto judgement brings: Why then so long Maintain your wrong, And favor lawlesss things?
Defend the poor, the fatherless; Their crying injuries redress: And vindicate The desolate, Whom wicked men oppress.
-- George Sandy's Paraphrase of Psalm XXXII.
Fortner and Glen were soon so far away from the Ford that the only reminder of its neighborhood were occasional glimpses, caught through rifts in he forest, of the lofty slope of Rockcastle Mountain, now outlined in the gathering darkness by twinkling fires, which increased in number, and climbed higher towards the clouds as fast as the fugitives succeeded in struggling across the river.
"That's a wonderful sight," said Harry, as they paused on a summit to rest and catch breath.

"It reminds me of some of the war scenes in Scott, or the Iliad." "Hit looks ter me like a gineral coon-hunt," said Fortner, "on'y over thar hit's the coons, an' not the hunters, that hev the torches.

I wish I could put a bum-shell inter every fire." "You are merciless." "No more'n they are.

They've ez little marcy ez a pack o' wolves in a sheep-pen." "Well," continued Fortner, meditatively, "Ole Rockassel's gittin' a glut to-night.