The full mind again projected itself into the future, and foresaw great and terrible days.

The Texans were but few, scattered thinly over a long frontier, and the rage of Cos and Santa Anna would be unbounded, when they heard of the fight and flight of their troops at Gonzales.
"Obed," he said to his friend, "we are victorious to-day without loss, but I feel that dark days are coming." The Maine man looked curiously at the boy.

He already considered Ned, despite his youth, superior in some ways to himself.
"You've been a reader and you're a thinker, Ned," he said, "and I like to hear what you say.

The dark days may come as you predict, because Santa Anna is a great man in the Mexican way, but night can't come until the day is ended and it's day just now.

We won't be gloomy yet." After the fallen Mexicans had been buried, the little force of voluntary soldiers began to disperse, just as they had gathered, of their own accord.