The Gray-backs fire—dashes up and down—
Each alley unto Mosby known!”
“Now, Major, now—you take dark views
Of a moonlight night.” “Well, well, we’ll see”
And smoked as if each whiff were gain.
The other mused; then sudden asked,
“What would you do in grand decree”
I’d beat, if I could, Lee’s armies—then
Send constables after Mosby’s men.”
“Ay! ay!—you’re odd.” The moon sailed up;