Beneath its spreading boughs they were accustomed to play: but, alas! the savage man-stealer interrupted their playful mirth, and has taken them for ever from her sight.
But let us leave the cries of this unfortunate woman, and hasten into another district.

And what do we first see here?
Who is he that just now started across the narrow pathway, as if afraid of a human face?
What is that sudden rustling among the leaves?
Why are those persons flying from our approach, and hiding themselves in yon darkest thicket?
Behold, as we get into the plain, a deserted village! The rice-field has been just trodden down around it; an aged man,--venerable by his silver beard,--lies wounded and dying near the threshold of his hut.

War, suddenly instigated by avarice, has just visited the dwellings which we see.

The old have been butchered, because unfit for slavery, and the young have been carried off, except such as have fallen in the conflict, or have escaped among the woods behind us.
But let us hasten from this cruel scene, which gives rise to so many melancholy reflections.

Let us cross yon distant river, and enter into some new domain.