Those Elysian fields that Arthur was painting are real and he's going to have his enchanted week as he calls it.

Arthur is a poet, sure enough." "I have written a few little verses which were printed in the Charleston Mercury," said St.Clair.
"What's this?
What's this ?" asked a mellow voice.

"Can it be possible that young gentlemen are discussing poetry between battles and with the enemy in sight ?" It was Colonel Leonidas Talbot, coming down the trench, and Lieutenant Colonel Hector St.Hilaire was just behind him.

The young officers rose and saluted promptly, but they knew there was no reproof in Colonel Talbot's tone.
"We had to do it, sir," said Harry respectfully.

"Something struck Arthur here, and like a fountain he gushed suddenly into poetry.