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Under
such
an
impression
,
they
stand
interrogating
the
level
line
--
where
sky
and
savannah
mingle
the
soft
blue
of
the
sapphire
with
the
vivid
green
of
the
emerald
.
The
watchful
air
is
kept
up
for
a
period
of
full
ten
minutes
,
and
along
with
it
the
solemn
silence
.
The
latter
is
at
intervals
interrupted
by
a
word
or
exclamation
--
when
some
one
sees
,
or
fancies
,
a
spot
upon
the
prairie
.
Then
there
is
a
buzz
of
excitement
;
and
men
stand
on
tiptoe
to
obtain
a
better
view
.
Thrice
is
the
crowd
stirred
by
warnings
that
have
proved
false
.
Its
patience
is
becoming
exhausted
,
when
a
fourth
salutes
the
ear
,
spoken
in
a
louder
voice
and
more
confident
tone
.
This
time
the
tale
is
true
.
There
are
shadows
upon
the
skyline
--
shadows
fast
assuming
shape
,
substance
,
and
motion
.
A
wild
shout
--
the
old
Saxon
"
huzza
,
"
swells
up
among
the
branches
of
the
live
oak
,
as
the
figures
of
three
horsemen
emerging
from
the
film
of
the
sun-parched
prairie
are
seen
coming
in
the
direction
of
the
tree
!
Two
of
them
are
easily
recognised
,
as
Zeb
Stump
and
Cassius
Calhoun
.
The
third
still
more
easily
:
for
far
as
eye
can
see
,
that
fantastic
form
can
not
be
mistaken
.
The
first
cry
of
the
crowd
,
which
but
signalled
the
return
of
the
two
men
,
is
followed
by
another
,
yet
more
significant
--
when
it
is
seen
that
they
are
accompanied
by
a
creature
,
so
long
the
theme
of
weird
thoughts
,
and
strange
conjecturings
.
Though
its
nature
is
now
known
,
and
its
cause
understood
still
is
it
regarded
with
feelings
akin
to
awe
.
The
shout
is
succeeded
by
an
interregnum
of
silence
--
unbroken
,
till
the
three
horsemen
have
come
close
up
;
and
then
only
by
a
hum
of
whisperings
,
as
if
the
thoughts
of
the
spectators
are
too
solemn
to
be
spoken
aloud
.
