Birds, hidden among the leaves, began to sing, and the three, astonished, raised themselves up again.

It was a chorus, beautiful and startling, and many other soldiers listened to the sound, so unlike that which they had been hearing all day.
"Strange, isn't it ?" said Pennington.
"But fine to hear," said Warner.
"Likely they were in the tree this morning when the battle began," said Dick, "and the cannon and the rifles frightened 'em so much that they stayed close within the leaves.

Now they're singing with joy, because it's all over." "A good guess, I think, Dick," said Warner, "but isn't it beautiful at such a time and such a place?
How these little fellows must be swelling their throats! I don't believe they ever sang so well before." "I didn't think today that I'd be sung to sleep tonight," said Dick, "but it's going to happen." When his eyes closed and he floated away to slumberland it was to the thrilling song of a bird on a bough above his head..