... flame of camps and flaring and falling alternately, like the beautiful Northern lights. Iheard the ring of hoofs as I looked entranced, and in a twinkling, a body of horsemen dashed past me and disappeared. ... proprietor of an overland mail, or the patron and capitalist of Greenlandemigration.I passed the second and third days quietly in camp, writing a couple of letters, studying somewhat of fortification, ... same grave."I spoke of the difficulty of recognition, of the remoteness of the field, and of the expense attending therecovery of any remains, particularly those of the enemy, that, left...