On the mountainside he was lifted, for a while, above the fierce passions of war.

He saw things from afar and they were softened by distance.

He drew deep breaths of the air, crisp and cool, on the heights, and Sherburne, who saw the glow on his face, understood.

The same glow was on his own face.
"It's a grand panorama, Harry," he said, "and we'll take our fill of it for a few moments." They stood on a great projection of rock and looked once more and for a little while into the valley and its divisions.

The two Northern armies were nearer now, and they were still moving.