They did not have the strangling sensation, mental only, which came from the fear that hostile armies would suddenly rush from the woods and fall upon their flank.
Besides, there was Shiloh.

After all, they had won Shiloh, and the coming of this very Buell who led them now had enabled them to win it.
And Shiloh was the only great battle that they had yet really won.
They camped that night in the dry fields.

The Winchester regiment was a part of the division under McCook, while Buell with the rest of the army was some miles away.

It was still warm, although October was now seven days old, and Dick had never before heard the grass and leaves rustle so dryly under the wind.

Off in the direction of Perryville they saw the dim gleam of red, and they knew it came from the camp-fires of the Southern army.