Jackson's men in three days had marched sixty miles, and had fought a battle at Harper's Ferry within that time, also, taking more than thirteen thousand prisoners.

Never before had the foot cavalry marched so hard.
The men in gray, ragged and many of them barefooted, slept in the woods about Sharpsburg all through the hot hours of the day.

Their officers had told them that the drums and bugles would call them when needed, and they sank quietly into the deepest of slumbers.

From where they lay Red Hill, a spur of a mountain, separated them from the Union army.

It was only those like Dick and his comrades who mounted elevations and who had powerful field glasses who could see into Sharpsburg.