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Of our Brush with the King's Dragoons.
Some little distance from us a branch road ran into that along which we and our motley assemblage of companions-in-arms were travelling.

This road curved down the side of a well-wooded hill, and then over the level for a quarter of a mile or so before opening on the other.

Just at the brow of the rising ground there stood a thick bristle of trees, amid the trunks of which there came and went a bright shimmer of sparkling steel, which proclaimed the presence of armed men.

Farther back, where the road took a sudden turn and ran along the ridge of the hill, several horsemen could be plainly seen outlined against the evening sky.