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THE GREAT STONE FACE.
other people of the valley, left their work, and proceeded
to the spot where the sylvan banquet was prepared.
As he approached, the loud voice of the Rev. Dr.
Battleblast was heard, beseeching a blessing on the good
things set before them, and on the distinguished friend
of peace in whose honor they were assembled. The
tables were arranged in a cleared space of the woods,
shut in by the surrounding trees, except where a vista
opened eastward, and afforded a distant view of the
Great Stone Face. Over the general's chair, which
was a relic from the home of Washington, there was
an arch of verdant boughs, with the laurel profusely
intermixed, and surmounted by his country's banner,
beneath which he had won his victories. Our friend
Ernest raised himself on his tiptoes, in hopes to get a
glimpse of the celebrated guest; but there was a mighty
crowd about the tables anxious to hear the toasts and
speeches, and to catch any word that might fall from the
general in reply; and a volunteer company, doing duty
as a guard, pricked ruthlessly with their bayonets at any
particularly quiet person among the throng. So Ernest,
being of an unobtrusive character, was thrust quite into
the background, where he could see no more of Old
Blood-and-Thunder's physiognomy than if it had been
still blazing on the battle-field. To console himself, he
turned towards the Great Stone Face, which, like a
faithful and long-remembered friend, looked back and
smiled upon him through the vista of the forest. Mean-
time, however, he could overhear the remarks of various
individuals, who were comparing the features of the hero
with the face on the distant mountain-side.
"T is the same face, to a hair cried one man,
cutting a caper for joy.
"Wonderfully like, that 's a fact responded another.
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