I suppose they sing it in anticipation, meaning that they will soon be in the heart of Dixie, which is the South, our South." "I don't think those baggy red legs will ever march far into our South," whispered Harry defiantly.
"It is to be seen.

Between you and me, Harry, I'm convinced there is no triumphant progress ahead for either North or South.

Ah, another force is coming and it's cavalry! Don't you hear the hoof-beats, Harry ?" Harry heard them distinctly and he and his comrade lay more closely than ever in the bushes, because the horsemen, a numerous body, as the heavy tread indicated, were passing very near.

The two lads presently saw them riding four abreast toward the campfire, and Harry surmised that they had been scouting in strong force toward the Southern front.
They were large men, deep with tan and riding easily.

Harry judged their number at two hundred, and the tail of the company would pass alarmingly near the bushes in which his comrade and he lay.
"Don't you think we'd better creep back ?" he whispered to St.Clair.
"Some of them taking a short cut may ride right upon us." "Yes, it's time to make ourselves scarce." They turned back, going as rapidly as they dared, but that which Harry had feared came to pass.