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Put hands upon this
short and withered grass where we stand, and lay bare the 'arth."
"Would you think to deprive the fire of its victims in this childish
manner?" exclaimed Middleton.
A faint but solemn smile passed over the features of the old man, as
he answered--
"Your grand'ther would have said, that when the enemy was nigh, a
soldier could do no better than to obey."
The captain felt the reproof, and instantly began to imitate the
industry of Paul, who was tearing the decayed herbage from the ground
in a sort of desperate compliance with the trapper's direction. Even
Ellen lent her hands to the labour, nor was it long before Inez was
seen similarly employed, though none amongst them knew why or
wherefore. When life is thought to be the reward of labour, men are
wont to be industrious. A very few moments sufficed to lay bare a spot
of some twenty feet in diameter. Into one edge of this little area the
trapper brought the females, directing Middleton and Paul to cover
their light and inflammable dresses with the blankets of the party.


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