Warner glanced at his comrades who slept so well on a hard bench, and his look was rather envious.

He returned his beloved algebra to his pocket, leaned back on the bench also, and, although he had not believed it possible, slept also inside of five minutes.

Colonel Winchester passing smiled sympathetically, but his glance lingered longest on Dick.
After days on the water the regiment disembarked, marched more days across the country, joining other regiments on the way, and reached the rear guard of the army of Rosecrans, which was already marching southward in the direction of Chattanooga to meet that of Bragg.

They advanced now over the Cumberland mountains through a country wild and thinly inhabited.

The summer was waning, but it was cool on the mountains and in the passes, nor was it so dry as the year before, when they fought that terrible battle at Perryville in Kentucky.
Dick was glad to be again in the high country, the land of firm soil and of many clear, rushing streams.