He turned the same calm face to everything, and said to the generals that whatever happened they would keep their own front unbroken.
The day closed with the men of Thomas still grim and defiant.

The dead lay in heaps along their front, but as the darkness settled down on the unfinished battle they meant to fight with equal valor and tenacity on the morrow.

The first day had favored the South, had favored it largely, but on the Union left hope still flamed high.
Darkness swept over the sanguinary field.

A cold wind of autumn blew off the hills and mountains, and the men shivered as they lay on the ground, but Thomas allowed no fires to be lighted.

Food was brought in the darkness, and those who could find them wrapped themselves in blankets.
Between the two armies lay the hecatombs of dead and the thousands of wounded.
Dick, his comrades and the rest of the regiment sat together in a little open space behind a thicket.