ttle cry
Beside the Atlantic wave!
She leads the way in honor's path;
Come brothers, near and far,
Come rally round the bonnie blue flag
That bears a single star."

"A fine song! A fine song most truly," said Colonel Talbot. "It
heartens one gloriously!"

But Harry, usually so quick to respond, strangely enough felt depression.
He felt suddenly in all its truth that they had not only failed in their
invasion, but the escape of the army was yet a matter of great doubt.
The mood was only momentary, however, and he joined with all his heart as
the mighty chorus rolled out another verse:

"Now Georgia marches to the front
And beside her come
Her sisters by the Mexique sea
With pealing trump and drum,
Till answering back from hill and glen
The rallying cry afar,
A Nation hoists the bonnie blue flag
That bears a single star!"

They sang it all through, and over again, and then, after a little
silence, came the notes of a trumpet from a far-distant point. It was
played by powerful lungs and the wind was blowing their way but they
heard it distinctly. It was a quaint syncopated tune, but not one of the
Invincibles had any doubt that it came from some daring detachment of the
Union Army. The notes with their odd lilt seemed to swell through the
forest, but it was strange to both of the colonels.

"Do any of you know it?" asked Colonel Talbot.

All shook their heads except Harry.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Talbot.

"It's a famous poem, sir, the music of which has not often been heard,
but I can translate from music into words the verse that has just been
played:

"In their ragged regimentals
Stood the old Continentals
Yielding not,
When the grenadiers were lunging
And like hail fell the plunging
Cannon shot;
When the files of the isles
From the smoky night encampment
Bore the banner of the rampant
Unicorn
And grummer, grummer,
Rolled the roll of the drummer,
Through the morn!"

The bugler played on. It was the same tune, curious, syncopated and
piercing the night shrilly. Whole brigades of the South stood in silence
to listen.

"What do you think is its meaning?" asked Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire.

"It's in answer to our song and at the same time a reproach," replied
Harry, who had jumped at once t