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see the sloped lines of many rifles, he head of a house, the outline of a rider, and the edge of various military forms familiar to us.
By dim reflection from the silvery sky we can, at times, see the round crown of a still helmet.

Where a spark flys from an iron shod hoof, we can see the legs of a horse, dangling harness, and the spokes of a wheel.

It is enough; - we learn that a battalion is marching in, under cover of darkness.

This stealing in at night is necessary to avoid a possibility of the enemy discovering our movements.

The men are not allowed to strike matched, and they dont.

Soon there is a low uttered command for the moving shadows to halt.

The front becomes stationery. The command passes back through the now wrinkling shadows.

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