Coming presently to a cleared space, they almost flew across it, and
gained the shelter of the woods beyond. The cry of the hounds was no
longer heard.
"They've lost the scent, sure enough," said Duncan, exultingly; "a little
farther and I think we may venture to rest awhile, concealing ourselves in
some thicket. Indeed 'twill now be safer to hide by day, and continue our
journey by night."
They did so, spending that and the next day in hiding, living upon roots
and berries, and the next two nights in traveling in the supposed
direction of the nearest Union camp, coming upon the pickets about sunrise
of the third day. They were of Captain Duncan's own regiment, and he was
immediately recognized with a delighted, "Hurrah!"
"Hurrah for the Union and the old flag!" returned Harry, waving a green
branch above his head, in lieu of the military cap he had been robbed of
by his captors.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENTH.
"In peace, love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green;
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love."
--SCOTT.
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