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"_And there was mounting, in hot haste, the steed._ _The mustering squadron and the clattering car_ _Went pouring forward with impetuous speed._" BYRON.
It was a day of scurrying breezes and dappled skies. Long pools reflected blue and white in the ruts of his Majesty King Jerome of Westphalia's neglected highway. Wide and deep ruts they were, tracks of the "Grand Army" that had been; and even a village child could have told that great guns and waggons had passed that way before the sweeping by of the last spring storm.