"Two branches of a tree, foliage laid across." "Thanks, my friends," replied Mrs.Weldon; "but I want to march.

I will march.

Forward!" "Forward!" exclaimed the young novice.
"Give me Jack," said Hercules, who took the child from Nan's arms.
"When I am not carrying something, I am tired." The brave negro gently took in his strong arms the little sleeping boy, who did not even wake.
Their arms were carefully examined.

What remained of the provisions was placed in one package, so as to be carried by one man.

Austin threw it on his back, and his companions thus became free in their movements.
Cousin Benedict, whose long limbs were like steel and defied all fatigue, was ready to set out.