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in readiness for moving, the trains were stretched out in a line along the road through a heavy forest - groups of persons formed about each waggon, others shaking the hand of some sick friend or relative who would be left behind. This temporary camp covered with [boughs?] and some bark that for three summer months had been their only shelter and home were crackling and falling under a blazing flame. The day was bright and beautiful, but a gloomy thoughtfulness was strongly depicted in the lineaments a every face. In all the bustle of preparation there was a silence and stillness of the voice that betrayed the sadness of the heart. At length the word was given to move on. I glanced along the line and the form of [Moving?] Snake an aged and [respected?] chief whose head eighty winters had whitened mounted on his favorite pony passed before me and lead the way in advance, followed by a number of younger men on horseback. At this very moment a low sound of distant thunder fell on my ears. In almost an exact northern direction a dark spiral cloud was rising above the horizon and sent forth a murmur. I almost fancied a voice of divine indignation for the wrongs of my poor and [unclear] countrymen, [unclear] by brutal power from all they