Wainscott Bristol, behind his eyes, Was getting in bed with a sweet-toothed wench, Huger Shepley felt for his dice And Stuart Cazenove swore in French “ Mille diables and Yankee blood! How long are we going to stick in the mud?” While a Cotter hummed with a mocking sigh, “ ‘If you want a good time, jine the cavalry!’ ” “Stuart’s in it, Wade Hampton’s in it.” “The Yanks’ll quit in another minute!” “General Beau’s just lost us!” “Steady!” “And he won’t find us until he’s ready!” “It must be two⁠—we’ve been here since six.” “It’s Virginia up to her old-time tricks! They never did trust a Georgia man, But Georgia’ll fight while Virginia can!”