I was alone in the darkness, left to watch while the army slept.

The pale moon was on the wane, a little yellow arc, emitting but a dim light, and the clouds were lazily passing over it, while the stars seemed trying to wink and sparkle and make night beautiful.

I thought of God, of heaven, of home, and I thought of Jennie--her whom I had ever loved, and who had given me her troth in all of her maiden purity, to be my darling bride so soon as the war was over.

I thought of the scenes of my childhood, my school-boy days.

I thought of the time when I left peace and home, for war and privations.