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I remember once, just after Captain Butler's death, when we were again advancing into the hills, coming across the evidences of an intended ambuscade; little spaces had been cleared in the tall grass on either side of the path, sufficient to allow of a man crouching in each of them, and each was provided with a small heap of stones. Here the oracle had been consulted by cutting little chips from a piece of wood an noticing how they fell. On that occasion the oracles were not favourable to hostilities, and we were unmolested. |
