Pleasant shadows were creeping up in the east.

In the west a round mountain shouldered its black bulk against the sky.

Dick looked at it vaguely.

He had heard it called Clark's Mountain, and it was about seven miles away from the Union army which lay behind the Rapidan River.
Dick liked mountains, and the peak looked beautiful against the red and yellow bars of the western horizon.
"Have you ever been over there ?" he said to Pennington and Warner.
"No; but a lot of our scouts have," replied Pennington.

"It's just a mountain and nothing more.