The order was given to camp.

Harry more than guessed how bitter was the disappointment of his commander, and he shared it.
The men, half starved and often stiff with cold, sank down by the roadside.

They no longer asked for the wagons containing their food and heavy clothing, because they no longer expected them.

They passed from high spirits to a heavy apathy, and now they did not seem to care what happened.

But the officers roused them up as much as possible, made them build fires with every piece of wood they could find, and then let them wrap themselves in their blankets and go to sleep--save for the sentinels.
All night long the snow beat on Jackson's army lying there among the mountains, and save for a few Union officers not far away, both North and South wondered what had become of it.
It was known at Washington and Richmond that Jackson had left Winchester, and then he had dropped into the dark.