Dick and the sad remnant of the Winchester regiment rose to their feet.

Although food had been prepared for them very few in all these brigades had touched a bite the night before, sinking into sleep or stupor before it could be brought to them.

But now they ate hungrily while they watched for their foes, the skirmishers of either army already being massed in front to be ready for any movement by the other.
As on the morning before, a mist arose from the Potomac and the Antietam.

The sun, bright and hot, soon dispersed it.

But there was no movement by either army.