He sat mournfully down.

Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
"It's a lie! that's all it is--a thunderin' lie!" said another private loudly.

His smooth face was flushed, and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets.

He took the matter as an affront to him.
"I don't believe the derned old army's ever going to move.

We're set.
I've got ready to move eight times in the last two weeks, and we ain't moved yet." The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced.