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A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;

They take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to the musical

clank;

Behold the silvery river—in it the splashing horses, loitering, stop to drink;

Behold the brown-faced men—each group, each person, a picture—the negligent rest

on

the

saddles;

Some emerge on the opposite bank—others are just entering the ford—while,

Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white,

The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.

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