“Trust me, Major, nor throw a damp.
But first to try a little sleight—
Sure news of Mosby would suit me quite.”
Herewith he turned—“Reb, have a dram”
Holding the Surgeon’s flask with a smile
To a young scapegrace from the glen.
“O yes!” he eagerly replied,
“And thank you, Colonel, but—any guile?
For if you think we’ll blab—why, then
You don’t know Mosby or his men.”