XXX. THE END OF THE TRAIL
XXXI. THE SUCCESS OF BATTERSLEIGH
XXXII. THE CALLING
XXXIII. THE GREAT COLD
XXXIV. THE ARTFULNESS OF SAM
XXXV. THE HILL OF DREAMS
XXXVI. AT THE GATEWAY





BOOK I

THE DAY OF WAR


CHAPTER I

THE BRAZEN TONGUES

The band major was a poet. His name is lost to history, but it
deserves a place among the titles of the great. Only in the soul of a
poet, a great man, could there have been conceived that thought by
which the music of triumph should pass the little pinnacle of human
exultation, and reach the higher plane of human sympathy.

Forty black horses, keeping step; forty trumpeters, keeping unison;
this procession, headed by a mere musician, who none the less was a