She passed her fingers across her brow, clearing it of the
clinging curls.
"They played a noisy march— afterward. I saw the ragged ranks
wheel and manoeuvre, stepping out Briskly to the jolly drums and
fifes… . I stood by the grave while the detail filled it cheerily…
. Then I went back to the farm house, through the morning dew and
sunshine.
"When I had opened my packet and had understood its contents, I
made of my clothes a bundle and took the highway to ask of all the
world where lay the road to the vale Yndaia, and where might be
found the Regiment de la Reine. Wherever was a camp of soldiers,
there I loitered, asking the same question, day after day, month
after month. I asked of Indians— our Hudson guides, and the
brigaded White Plains Indians. None seemed to know— or if
