Few of them were ever more than a dozen miles from home before.

They love music, and they've got a full regimental band with them.

You ought to hear it play.
Why, they'd play the heart right out of you." "I like well enough the guitars and banjos that they're playing now.
Seems to me that kind of music is always best at night." They had now come within the rim of light thrown out by the fires of the Acadians, and Harry stood there looking for the first time at these dark, short people, brought a thousand miles from their homes.
They were wholly unlike Virginians and Kentuckians.

They had black eyes and hair, and their naturally dark faces were burned yet darker by the sun of the Gulf.

Yet the dark eyes were bright and gay, sparkling with kindliness and the love of pleasure.