The cold passed reluctantly from the earth - and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills - resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green - the army awakened - and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast its eyes upon the roads - which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares. A river - amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks - purled at the army’s feet; and at night - when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness - one could see across it the red - eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills. The passage above opens