soldiers is carrying a Confederate battle-flag, torn
from its staff, very ragged and muddy.

Winth. (trying to rise). Dead!

Hop. Dead! (Looks down at Bev). Where?

Winth. Over there--on my coat. (Points to where his overcoat is
lying under one of the trees, back to the right). Put the flag near him.

[The soldier does so, after they lay Bev's body gently down.
Hopkins comes to Winthrop, lifts head, giving him water
from a tin cup.

Winth. Give some to them.

[Indicates prisoners.

Soldier (in a broken, gasping voice). I reckon some one--told her
by this time--few of them got away--passed by home. I'd rather be here,
though--than to be the one to tell her. She'll come for him, I reckon.

[Hopkins begins to pace up and down at the back, looking
anxiously off across the river.

Winth. She--will come--here.

Soldier. Young Stuart--never fought before--plucky young 'un,
too. Would ride in front with flag--no keepin' him back. Might have
saved him--bad.

Hop. (stops, gazing off across stream through the falling snow).
She's coming.

Winth. The boat!

Hop. Yes.

Winth. Alone?

Hop. No, an old negro is with her; she has a white flag up. They
are very near.

[The snow begins to fall more heavily. At the back an old boat
comes slowly into view through the trees. Fair, dressed
in her little black dress, stands in the bow, with a
handkerchief tied on a long wooden staff. She is without
her hat, her hair blowing about her face, her eyes
straining through the thickly falling snow; she is deadly
pale; she stands erect and very still. Old Cupid, also
without his hat, is at the other end of the boat rowing.
They move across stage from (Right) to (Left), disappearing
(Left).

Hop. They are at the landing.

[All the men stand looking after the boat until it has
disappeared.

Winth. Where are they now!

Hop. Coming up the bank.

[All the soldiers are looking off (Left). Enter Fair, holding the white
flag on the staff, followed by Cupid.

Fair (stopping a short distance away). I have come to claim my dead!

[At the sound of her voice every man takes off his hat. They
stand: some looking at her, some lo