"The water is with us." "Yes, the water is with us, and will stay with us." They were silent a little while longer and watched the coming of the early winter twilight over the waters and the lonely land.

The sky was so heavy with clouds that the gray seemed to melt into the brown.

The low banks slipped back into the dark.

They saw only the near surface of the river, the dark hulls of the fleet, occasional showers of sparks from smoke stacks, and an immense black cloud made by the smoke of the fleet, trailing behind them far down the river.
"Dick," said Colonel Winchester suddenly, "as you came across Kentucky from Mill Spring, and passed so near Pendleton it must have been a great temptation to you to stop and see your mother." "It was.

It was so great that I yielded to it.