The town was full of Yankee soldiers, on horses, afoot, in army wagons, loafing on the street, reeling out of barrooms.

城里到处是北方佬士兵，有的骑着马，有的步行，有的坐在军车里，在街上闲档，从酒吧间出出进进。

Then at last I sat back and lit a cigarette, and the lights of Waterloo reeled out behind.

最后我坐下来点了根烟， 滑铁卢的灯火在身后摇摇晃晃地熄灭了。