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 then she attempted in vain to retrace her steps, and was lost in the pathless mead- OWS. She sat down and wept. She looked in all directions in hope of seeing some one to lead her homeward, but no one appeared. She strained her eyes, now dim with tears, to catch sight of the smoke curling from the cot she had left, but in vain. She was alone in the wilderness, and hours had passed since she had left her home. A few hours more, and the dark night would be around her, and stars would look down upon her, and her locks would be wet with the dew. She knelt on the ground