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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 poney 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 unhappy countrymen, [unclear] by brutal power from all they