It was far toward morning now and the enemy was lighting his fires on the plain below.

The dead lay where they had fallen, and no help had yet been given to those wounded too seriously to move.
It had been a tremendous holocaust, and with no result.

Harry knew now that the North would never cease to fight disunion.

The South could win separation only at the price of practical annihilation for both.
The night was very raw and chill, and not less so now that morning was approaching.

The mists and fogs, which as usual rose from the Rappahannock, made Harry shiver at their touch.