Now and then they were sent with orders, because there was much moving to and fro, the placing of men in position and the bringing up of cannon.
Thus the night moved slowly on, raw, cold and dark.

Mists and fogs rose from the Cumberland as they had risen from the Tennessee.

This, too, was a great river.

Dick was glad when the last of his errands was done, and he could come back to the fire, and rest his back once more against the log.

The fire was only a bed of coals now, but they gave out much grateful heat.
Dick could see General Grant's tent from where he sat.