The night had turned very dark, a fierce wind was blowing, and now and then a fine sift of snow as sharp as hail was blown against their faces.
The wagons with the heavy clothing, blankets and food had not come up, and perhaps would not arrive until the next day.

Gloom as dark as the night itself began to spread among the young troops, but Jackson gave them little time for bemoaning their fate.

Fires were quickly built from fallen wood.

The men found warmth and a certain mental relief in gathering the wood itself.

The officers, many of them boys themselves, shared in the work.