It was positive enjoyment to Tom, and he felt happy; for rest was happiness when the body was all worn out.

A thought of the cottage and of his mother crossed his mind, and he dropped asleep to dream of the joys of home.
Short and sweet was that blessed time of rest; for at four o'clock, after only one brief hour of repose, the regiment was turned out again, and resumed its weary march to the southward.

But that short interval of rest was a fountain of strength to Tom, and without a murmur he took his place by the side of his grumbling companions.

Ben and Fred were disgusted with the army, and wanted to go back; but that was impossible.
Again, for weary hours, they toiled upon the march.

They passed Fairfax, and encamped near the railroad station, where a full night's rest was allowed them.