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But
to
what
purpose
?
The
knowledge
of
east
,
west
,
north
,
and
south
can
avail
nothing
now
:
they
have
lost
their
line
of
march
.
Calhoun
has
become
cautious
.
He
no
longer
volunteers
to
point
out
the
path
.
He
hesitates
to
repeat
his
pioneering
experiments
--
after
such
manifest
and
shameful
failure
.
A
ten
minutes
'
discussion
terminates
in
nothing
.
No
one
can
suggest
a
feasible
plan
of
proceeding
.
No
one
knows
how
to
escape
from
the
embrace
of
that
dark
desert
,
which
appears
to
cloud
not
only
the
sun
and
sky
,
but
the
countenances
of
all
who
enter
within
its
limits
.
A
flock
of
black
vultures
is
seen
flying
afar
off
.
They
come
nearer
,
and
nearer
.
Some
alight
upon
the
ground
--
others
hover
above
the
heads
of
the
strayed
travellers
.
Is
there
a
boding
in
the
behaviour
of
the
birds
?
Another
ten
minutes
is
spent
in
the
midst
of
moral
and
physical
gloom
.
Then
,
as
if
by
a
benignant
mandate
from
heaven
,
does
cheerfulness
re-assume
its
sway
.
The
cause
?
A
horseman
riding
in
the
direction
of
the
train
!
An
unexpected
sight
:
who
could
have
looked
for
human
being
in
such
a
place
?
All
eyes
simultaneously
sparkle
with
joy
;
as
if
,
in
the
approach
of
the
horseman
,
they
beheld
the
advent
of
a
saviour
!
"
He
's
coming
this
way
,
is
he
not
?
"
inquired
the
planter
,
scarce
confident
in
his
failing
sight
.
"
Yes
,
father
;
straight
as
he
can
ride
,
"
replied
Henry
,
lifting
the
hat
from
his
head
,
and
waving
it
on
high
:
the
action
accompanied
by
a
shout
intended
to
attract
the
horseman
.
The
signal
was
superfluous
.
The
stranger
had
already
sighted
the
halted
waggons
;
and
,
riding
towards
them
at
a
gallop
,
was
soon
within
speaking
distance
.
