The Cabordmen, being very healthy, seldom died of any disease but old age; and there were not very many persons buried in the three grave yards. In the first, and largest, there were seventy-two graves; in the second, forty-one, and the third, a new one, only thirteen. The graves were all leveled and sodded over, so that the surface of the grave yard seemed like a beautiful lawn. In one enclosure were the grandfathers, in another the grandmothers, and in the third the very old maids and bachelors who had died. There were no grave-stones or anything of the kind, but at the gate of each enclosure was a board, stating how many persons were buried therein. Every time it was necessary, which was very seldom, Adar Ip painted out the old number on the board and put in a new one. When our young painter reached the first grave yard he quickly painted three ciphers after the figures on the board by the gate. Then running to the second enclosure he painted a three and two ciphers on that board, and on the third, he painted a six and a five and a four after the figures that were already there. Then he hurried away and hid himself. In the course of the morning the Voldorite army reached the settlements of the Cabordmen. They did not stop long at the first houses, but hurried on, carefully looking out on every side for some sign of resistance from the people. But they saw no such sign, and they saw no people. This naturally surprised them very much. And the farther they went the more they were surprised. At last the leaders ordered a halt, and gathered together for consultation. “I cannot imagine,” said the chief, “what this means. We must look out for some ambush or trap. By the way, has any one seen any of these Cabordmen?” Careful inquiries were made, but no one had seen a Cabordman since they had entered the country, “This is indeed remarkable,” said the chief of the Voldorites. “I cannot imagine what it means. No ambush has been discovered, no fortifications, no people. The houses are all open. Everything seems as if no enemy were expected. All their valuables are here. Where are they?” Nobody knew, but just then a man who had been in the vicinity of the grave-yards came running to the place where the officers were gathered together, and he urged them to come back with him and see what he had seen. They all followed him, and when they saw the boards at the entrance of the enclosures they were utterly astounded. “What!” cried the chief, walking from one enclosure to another, “Here lie buried seventy-two thousand Cabordmen, and here forty-one thousand and three hundred Cabordwomen, and here thirteen thousand, six hundred and fifty-four unmarried Cabordmen and women! Comrades, we have found them! The whole nation lies buried here!” A deep silence fell upon the group of officers, and upon the vast body of soldiers that had gathered around them. At length the chief spoke again: