I cannot explain it.
God has numbered the hairs of our heads, and not a sparrow falls without His knowledge.

How much more valuable are we than many sparrows?
We had stopped at Lee & Gordon's mill, and gone into camp for the night.
Three days' rations were being issued.

When Bob Stout was given his rations he refused to take them.

His face wore a serious, woe-begone expression.

He was asked if he was sick, and said "No," but added, "Boys, my days are numbered, my time has come.