A small cold stream flowed from under a rock fifty feet away, and drinking from it now and then he ate his bread and sausage in comfort, and even with a sense of luxury.
He was a crusader and he was upborne more strongly than ever by his faith.

Alone on the mountain in the darkness everything else had melted away.

America was an immeasurable distance from him and the figures of his uncle, Mr.Anson and his young friends of the army became thin shadows.
The moon, full and dominant, came out after a while and silvered the skies.

Stars in myriads trooped forth and danced.

John felt that they were friendly, that they were watching over him, and once more he saw happy omens.