He was glad that those guns were silent for a while, although he knew that they would be far busier on the morrow.

The bands of red and yellow left by the sun sank away, and as the cool, spring night came down, a pleasant breeze began to blow through the forest.
Harry felt all the thrill of a mighty movement which was at hand, but the nature of which he did not yet know.
He had no wish to sleep.

The feeling of tremendous events impending was too strong and his nervous system was keyed too highly for such thoughts to enter his mind.

He was used to great battles now, but there was a mystery, a weirdness about the one near at hand that sometimes turned the blood in his veins to ice.
They were not far from Fredericksburg, but the country about them looked wild and lonely, despite the fact that nearly two hundred thousand men were moving somewhere in those shades and thickets, preparing for desperate combat.

Harry knew that just back of them lay the Wilderness, a desolate and somber region.