Enemies to the north of them, enemies to the south of them, and to the east and to the west, enemies everywhere.
The ring was closing in.

Worse than that, it had closed in already and Stonewall Jackson was only mortal.

Neither he nor any one else could lead them through the overwhelming ranks of such a force.
But the feeling passed quickly.

It could not linger, because the band of the Acadians was playing, and the dark men of the Gulf were singing.
Even with the foe in sight, and a long train of battles and marches behind them, with others yet worse to come, they began to dance, clasped in one another's arms.
Many of the Acadians had already gone to a far land and they would never again on this earth see Antoinette or Celeste or Marie, but the sun of the south was in the others and they sang and danced in the brief rest allowed to them.
Harry liked to look at them.

He sat on the grass and leaned his back against a tree.