Some of them wanted to sing, but the colonel would not allow it in the cove, although they could chatter as much as they pleased around the fires.
"We don't need to sing," said Dick.

"The wind is doing it for us.
Just listen to it, will you ?" All the mountain winds were blowing that night, coming from every direction, and then circling swiftly in vast whirlwinds, while the ridges and peaks and gorges made them sing their songs in many keys.

Now it was a shriek, then a whistle, and then a deep full tone like an organ.
Blended, it had a majestic effect which was not lost on the young soldiers.
"I've heard it in the Green Mountains," said Warner, "but not under such conditions as we have here.

I'm glad I have so much company.

I think it would give me the creeps to be in the cove alone, with that storm howling over my head." "Not to mention Slade and Skelly hunting through the snowdrifts for you," said Pennington.