It may be my fancy, Harry, but it seems to have the colors of bronze and steel in it, a sort of menace, one might call it." "I see the same colors, George, but I suppose it's fancy.

The whole sky is one of steel to me.

I see the gleaming of steel everywhere, over the hills, the river and the armies." "Our imaginations are too vivid, Harry.

But look how that darkness closes in on everything! Now the Yankee cannon and the Yankee army are gone! The river itself is fading, and there goes the town! Now, see the lights spring up on the far shore!" "It's supper and sleep for me," said Harry.

"It doesn't do to let your imagination run away with you.