The river of Bull Run and the field of Manassas were gone from sight, and the echo of the last cannon shot died solemnly on the Southern horizon.

An hour later the brigade stopped in the wood, and the exhausted men threw themselves upon the ground.

They were so tired that their bodies were in pain as if pricked with needles.

The chagrin and disgrace of defeat were forgotten for the time in the overpowering desire for rest.
Dick had enlisted as a common soldier.

There was no burden of maintaining order upon him, and he threw himself upon the ground by the side of his new friend, Sergeant Whitley.