"We're here in strong force, and the enemy is too weak to attack." "The Johnnies are never too weak to attack.

Rec'lect, too, that this is their country, and they know every inch of it.

I wish Mr.Shepard was here." "I think he was detailed for some scout duty off toward the Blue Ridge" "I don't know who sent him, but I make bold to say, Mr.Mason, that he could do a lot more good out there in the fog on the other side of Cedar Creek, a-spyin' and a-spyin', a-lookin' and a-lookin', a-listenin' and a-listenin'." "And perhaps he would neither see nor hear anything" "Maybe, sir, but if I may make bold again, I think you're wrong.

Why, I just fairly smell danger." "It's the fog and your fear of it, sergeant." "No, sir; it's not that.

It's my five senses working all together and telling me the truth." "But the pickets have brought in no word." "In this fog, pickets can't see more'n a few yards beyond their beats.
What time is it, Mr.Mason ?" "A little past one in the morning, sergeant." "Enough of the night left yet for a lot of mischief.