Take my advice; go without
speaking to him on the subject, and if your remorse of
conscience," and he smiled archly, "be so great afterwards,
as to deprive you of more rest and appetite than you lost
after killing that poor devil of a Winnebago, go to him
as you did before--confess that you have again been a
naughty boy--ask his pardon, and I am sure he will forgive
the crime."
"Well, I believe you are right. Be it so. Adieu, I shall
be back within a couple of hours at the latest."
"If you do, you will in all probability find me still
poring over this old Intelligencer, which is full of
rumors of approaching war with the British."
"I shall be more inclined to hug my pillow," replied the
ensign as he departed, "for I must again cross to the
cottage, and be back here before guard-mounting to-morrow."
Within ten minutes the party--two of them having borne
the empty coffin, and the corporal the necessary implements,
stood near the rose-tree in the garden. The body of Mr.
Heywood was disinterred--the bark in which it lay wound
round with many folds of a large sheet, and placed in
the coffin, which after being screwed down, was deposited
in a grave dug at least five feet under the surface.
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