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"Ho!" turning—"Captain Cloud, you mind

The place where the escort went—so shady?

Go search every closet low and high,

And barn, and bin, and hidden bower—

Every covert—find that lady!

And yet I may misjudge her—ay,

Women (like Mosby) mystify.

"We'll see. Ay, Captain, go—with speed!

Surround and search; each living thing

Secure; that done, await us where

We last turned off. Stay! fire the cage

If the birds be flown." By the cross-road spring

The bands rejoined; no words; the glare

Told all. Had Mosby plotted there?

The weary troop that wended now—

Hardly it seemed the same that pricked

Forth to the forest from the camp:

Foot-sore horses, jaded men;

Every backbone felt as nicked,

Each eye dim as a sick-room lamp,

All faces stamped with Mosby's stamp.