So am I.

There are mighty few who wouldn't be at such a time; but look at the general! He stands like a statue!" General Jackson did not move, save to lift his glasses now and then, as if with their magnifying powers he could pierce the dark.

But the night and the swollen fog still hid everything going on beyond the river from those on the heights.

Down by the shore the Mississippians in their rifle pits might see a little, and the scouts undoubtedly had seen much, else the signal guns would not be firing.
Harry's pulses, after a while, began to beat more smoothly and there was not such a painful and insistent drumming in his head.

Emotions yielded now to will and he waited patiently.