Jackson nodded pleasantly to them all as they came.
But the morning was gloomy in the extreme.

Harry was glad to shelter himself with the heavy cavalry cloak from the cold rain.

All the skies were covered with sullen clouds, and the troops trudged silently on in deep mud.

Now and then a wind off the mountains threshed the rain sharply into their faces.

From the rear came the deep, sullen mutter which Harry so readily recognized as the sound of the big guns.