The heavens were sown with starshine, but it all seemed mystic and unreal to the excited nerves of the boy.

The mountains rose to two, three times their real height, and the valley in which the Northern fires burned became a mighty chasm.
It was one o'clock in the morning before Jackson himself left the field and went to his headquarters at a little farmhouse on the plateau.
His faithful colored servant was waiting for him with food.

He had not touched any the whole day, but he declined it saying that he needed nothing but sleep.

He flung himself booted and clothed upon a bed and was sound asleep in five minutes.
There was a little porch on one side of the house, and here Harry, who had received no instructions from his general, camped.

He rolled himself in his cavalry cloak, lay down on the hard floor which was not hard to him, and slept like a little child.
He was awakened at dawn as one often is by a presence, even though that presence be noiseless.