Before them and all around them lay the hills, steep and rocky but clothed from base to crest with dense forest and undergrowth.

Farther on were other and higher hills, and in the distance the forests looked blue.

Nothing about them stirred.

They had sighted no game as they passed; the deer had already fled before the Indian army.

The skies, bright and blue in the morning, were now overcast, a dull, somber, threatening gray.
"Men," said Mr.Ware, and there was a deep gravity in his tone, as became a general on the eve of conflict, "I think we shall be on the enemy soon or he will be on us.