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to run the great race according to his inner vision! If he really conflicts with me, I'll let him know it." They rode on, now talking, now silent. To either side, beyond stone walls, the fields ran bare and brown to distant woods. The shadow of the wayside trees grew longer and the air more deep and cold. They passed a string of white-covered wagons bearing forage for the army. The sun touched the western hills, rimming them as with a forest fire. The horsemen entered a defile between the hills, travelled through twilight for a while, then emerged upon a world still softly lighted. "In the country at home," said the Englishman, "the waits are practicing Christmas carols." "I wish," answered the Virginian, "that we had kept that old custom. I should like once to hear English carols sung beneath the windows on a snowy night." As he rode he began to sing aloud, in a voice not remarkable, but good enough to give pleasure-- "As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing, 'This night shall be born Our Heavenly King--'" "Yes, I remember that one quite well," said Captain Marchmont, and proceeded to sing in an excellent bass,-- "He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall-- "Do you know the next verse?" "Yes," said McNeill. "He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As are babies all!" "That's it," nodded the other. "And the next goes,-- "He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould--" Alternately they sang the carol through. The sun went down, but the pink stayed in the sky and was mirrored in a tranquil stream which they crossed. It faded at last into the quiet dusk. A cricket chirped from a field of dried Michaelmas daisies. They overtook and passed an infantry regiment, coming up, an officer told them, from Harper's Ferry. The night fell, cold and still, with many stars. "We are not far from Frederick," said Marchmont. "You were never here before?" "No." "I'll take you at once to General Banks. You go back to Kelly at Romney to-morrow." "Just as soon
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