"We had better stretch away to the right; the rise of the hill will favor us." "Hark!" said I; "did you not hear something?
Pull up,--silence now.

Yes, there they come.

It's a patrol; I hear their tramp." As I spoke, the measured tread of infantry was heard above the storm, and soon after a lantern was seen coming along the causeway near us.

The column passed within a few yards of where we stood.

I could even recognize the black covering of the shakos as the light fell on them.