It was late, and all the soldiers were asleep or at rest.

No sound came from the army, and besides Jackson's voice there was none other, save the sighing of the winds down from the mountains.
Harry, as he listened to the prayer, felt a deep and overwhelming sense of solemnity and awe.

He felt that it was at once a petition and a presage.

Sitting there in the half dark mighty events were foreshadowed.

It seemed to him that they were about to enter upon a struggle more terrible than any that had gone before, and those had been terrible beyond the anticipation of anybody.
The omens did not fail.