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"The early haze of evening discovered us skirting the edge of a heavy forest, and occasionally, when the fringe of intervening, trees grew somewhat narrower upon our right, we were enabled to catch fleeting glimpses of the Detroit stockade, far away across a space of open ground. It appeared dark and sombre enough in the gathering shadows, but the English flag flapped defiantly against the sky, and once as I gazed that way, the sharp spit of a musket left for an instant a red flare against the black logs in evidence that its garrison were alert and ready."
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