The great silence came again.

Sentinels walked back and forth along the hostile lines, but they made no noise.

There was little moving of brigades or cannon now.

The town itself became a town of phantom houses in the moonlight, nearly all of them still and deserted.
On all the slopes of the hostile ridges lay the sleeping soldiers, and on the rocks and fields between lay the dead in thousands.

But from the crest of Little Round Top, the precious hill so hardly won, the Union officers watched all through the night, and, now and then, they went through the batteries for which they were sure they were going to have great use.
Harry and Dalton awoke at the same time.