Through the great campaign : with Hastings and his spellbinders . ^ the ominous sound of load-ing rifles, and then across the open grave thereshot a line of fire. Three times was this repeated,and as the firing squads ceased their partingsalute, and while the white smoke wreaths hadscarcely lifted to the tree tops, the mellow notesof bugle call floated out and up, and in theirpenetrating vSweetness seemed to reach the distantmountain side. It was the call of lights out,and Andrew Gregg Curtin was left alone 173 m m ^-^jV/-X/xy^^- ¥?? Viii V^K</^ m Uy *}.<

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