“May your heart never mislead you, child!” answered the old man with emotion.  “One who has lived as long as I have, who has fallen and endeavored to make atonement, learns to mistrust the human heart.”

“Listen, father; are not those shots?” exclaimed Carmen, excitedly, as from a distance were heard, at this moment, several dull reports of cannon.  Closer and closer they came, mingled with the cracking of rifles; while from the borders of the forest, on the south, clouds of smoke ascended and curled in wreaths among the sombre pines, Mauer and his daughter went out and took up their station on the lawn, under an old linden-tree, from whence they could survey the scene at leisure.  In the west the sky had become overcast; black clouds were gathering in threatening masses, and there was every indication of an approaching storm.  Low rumblings of thunder reached the ear from time to time, together with the dull booming of artillery.

“What a number of shots!  There must be something extraordinary going on!” exclaimed Carmen.

“There are troops practising over yonder in the forest,” said one of the workmen, who had come out to satisfy his curiosity.  “I hear they are quartered in the village on the other side of the woods.”

Troops!  What a startling circumstance!  The other workmen, heretofore so quiet and diligent, stopped their labors, and gazed with surprise and curiosity towards the place from whence the smoke came.  It was an almost unheard-of event for soldiers to be in this neighborhood.  The Brothers, being conscienciously opposed to the use of fire-arms, had been exempted by the government from military duty; and many a one who left the settlement to go abroad had never seen a soldier.

Suddenly a flash was seen among the trees, followed by a roar, this time louder than before.  Through the openings in the woods could be seen the gay colored uniforms, at first singly, then in groups; and finally in whole companies.  Bayonets glittered in the sunlight; flags and standards waved, and bugles sounded from the distance.

“Oh, there they are!—­the soldiers!  How their weapons glitter!” cried Carmen, in delight.  “How the cavalrymen gallop to and fro, and how their sabres shine!  Just look, dear father, how splendid it is!”

“Yes, when no blood is being shed, one can look at it from a safe distance,” said Mauer, soberly.

“Yet I don’t know but what I would be a soldier if I were a man,” replied the girl, excitedly.  “It is, of course, a great sin to commit murder; but to fight for the fatherland, that must be a noble employment for a man.  It seems to me, father, that a true man would stand in the fight and know no fear; who would throw himself into danger bravely, face it unflinchingly, and turn it aside by his prowess; under whose protection the weak seek for shelter; who has, with all his bravery, a gentle, tender heart, and a well-balanced mind—­a man father, who, like the oak, sways not when weaker trees tremble in the storm.”