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was about the end of April, when the wind at early dawn blows fresh and chill; the moon had shone full in the hemisphere of its rest, serene and solemn, an undying lamp, shedding its unsullied beams upon a world of sin and woe, and equally illumining the path of the wicked as that of the virtuous; cold and pale she was now retiring to the far west, giving place to the rising of a morn, eventful, and involving the fate of many.

The General and his attendants were mounting the eminence before them, undulating in ascent, and more than a mile in length; scarcely had