r is the camp--I see the flags and tents--a short time and
I shall be with you, dear Lenox.

[_Exit._

_Enter JASPER, JERRY and PEASANTS._

JERRY. We're on the right track, farmer; I know all tracks--used to 'em
when I hunt 'possums.

JASPER. Cruel girl! to desert her old father, who has ever been kind and
affectionate.

JERRY. Cruel girl! to desert me, who intended to be so very
affectionate, if he had given me a chance.

JASPER. We cannot be far from the outposts, let us continue our search.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE III. _A Camp. A row of tents in the rear with camp flags at equal
distances; on the right wing is a neat marquee, and directly opposite to
it another. Sentinels on duty at each marquee._

_Enter from the marquee, LENOX and ADELA._

LENOX. I never was more surprised! just when I had brush'd up my arms,
and prepared to meet the enemy, who should I find in camp but you, my
old hoyden scholar. Why Adela, you have grown nearly as tall as a
grenadier, and as pretty--zounds, I would kiss you, if I dare.

ADELA. I am delighted to see you, dear Lenox; you are still as gay and
amiable as when you taught your little Adela to conjugate verbs, and
murder French; I heard of your gallantry and wounds, and imagined I
should see you limping on crutches, with a green patch over one eye, and
a wreath of laurel around your head, a kind of limping, one-eyed cupid;
but I find you recovered from your wounds, and ready for new ones, my
soldier.

LENOX. Bravo! the little skipping girl, who was once so full of
mischief, has grown a tall and beautiful woman. But what brings you to
camp, Adela? What have you to do with "guns and drums? heaven save the
mark!"

ADELA. Why, my father wrote for me, expecting that the campaign was
drawing to a close; but scarcely had I arrived here, when intelligence
reached us that the enemy, in force, had occupied a position near
Chippewa; it was too late to return, so I remained to see a little
skirmishing.

LENOX. And are you prepared to endure the privations of a camp?

ADELA. Oh, it is delightful! it is something out of the common order of
things, something new--such echoing of bugles--glistening of fire-arms,
and nodding of plumes--such marchings and countermarchings--and such
pretty officers too, Lenox; but then a terrible accident happened to me
the other day.