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resurrection, and all believing that something wonderful
is taking place. It is really a beautiful scene in that
thunderous night by the light of the altar-fires.
After we had contemplated these scenes for
probably an hour, the state of exaltation began to
abate, and the principal glory of the night being
over, Mrs. Howland and myself retired to the tent
to rest. This lay at the outskirts of the white
camp, and from a feeling of curiosity I walked
some distance alone into the darker portion of the
wood. Horrible things were going on there, not
among the human beings but among frogs and
other animals. They seemed to be holding some
sort of a great meeting, and croaked and croaked,
and coughed and snorted, making such mysterious
noises and extraordinary blurts that it made a real
comedy. Never before have I heard such a concert;
it was like a parody of the scenes we had just
witnessed.
It was now past midnight; the weather had
cleared, and the air was so delicious, the spectacle
so charming, that I was compelled to tell Mrs.
Howland, who at once resolved to come out with
me. The altar-fires now burned low, and the
smoke hung within the wood. The transparently
bright and blue heaven stretched above the camp.
The moon rose, and the planet Jupiter stood
brilliantly shining just over the tabernacle. The
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