Somber and sullen skies brooded over them continually.
Not even Jackson's foot cavalry could make much progress through such a sea of mud.
"A battle would be a relief," said Harry, as he rode with the Invincibles, having brought some order to Colonel Talbot.

"There's nothing like this to take the starch out of men.

Isn't that so, Happy ?" "It depresses ordinary persons like you, Harry," replied Langdon, "but a soul like mine leaps up to meet the difficulties.

Mud as an obstacle is nothing to me.

As I was riding along here I was merely thinking about the different kinds we have.