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father’s feet, the youth sought his own pillow among the
ruins of the place.
Imbibing renewed confidence from the security of
these experienced foresters, Heyward soon imitated their
example; and long before the night had turned, they who
lay in the bosom of the ruined work, seemed to slumber as
heavily as the unconscious multitude whose bones were
already beginning to bleach on the surrounding plain.
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