At night vast quantities of mosquitoes and flies and other insects fed bounteously upon them.
The Invincibles lifted up their voices and wept.
"Can't you persuade Old Jack to take us back to the valley, Harry ?" said Happy Tom.

"If I'm to die I'd rather be shot by an honest Yankee soldier than be stung to death by these clouds of bloodsuckers.

Oh, for our happy valley, where we shot at our enemy and he shot at us, both standing on firm ground!" "You won't be thinking much about mosquitoes and rivers soon," said Harry.

"Listen to that, will you! You know the sound, don't you ?" "Know it! Well, I ought to know it.

It's the booming of cannon, but it doesn't frighten these mosquitoes and flies a particle.