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The night, which had appeared long and dreary to those who had beenentrusted with the watch on the battle-field, was passing away. Thehorror of Death lay over the whole valley. "The Lord be merciful untotheir souls," sounded the low-voiced call of the watchman. "And deliverthem from the sufferings of purgatory, Amen!" was the response of hiscompanions, who were cowering round a campfire, on the border of thepine-wood. The deep black shadows of night lay over the bodies of theslain, as if the Heavens compassionately wished to hide what humanhands had done there. At dawn of day, even the clouds disappeared, asif they also were driven away by the horror of the sight beneath them;others came, and likewise fled, ever changing their shapes and forms;losing one to assume another,--everything is restless, except in Death,where eternal rest is found. Friend and enemy, side by side as they hadfallen, still lay there; quiet and calm.
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