There was not a single Northern skirmisher in the bushes.

The only sounds that came from their camp to the Southern scouts were the clatter of dishes and the laughter of youths who knew that no danger was near.
The sun was far down the western arch, and it seemed to Harry for a moment or two that no battle might occur that day, but a glance at Jackson and his incessant activity showed him he was mistaken.

The arrangements were now almost complete.

In front were the skirmishers, then the first line, and a little behind it the second line, and then Hill with the third line.

Although they stood in thick forest, the lines were even and regular, despite trees and bushes.
The Invincibles were in the second line.