Our boys talk about a hundred thousand rebels jumpin' on 'em, an' some felt as if they was a million, but they weren't any more than we was, maybe not as many, an' when they are all stove up themselves how can they attack Washington in its fortifications! Don't be so troubled, boy.

The Union ain't smashed up yet.

Just recollect whenever it's dark that light's bound to come later on.

What do you say to that, Long Legs ?" He spoke to a very tall and very thin youth who marched about a half dozen feet away from them.

The boy, who seemed to be about eighteen years of age, turned to them a face which was pale despite the Virginia sun.