The boy felt stiff and sore in every bone and muscle, and, although the cannon and rifles were silent, there was still a hollow roaring in his ears.

His eyes were yet dim from the smoke, and his head felt heavy and dull.

He gazed vacantly at the forest in front of him, and wondered dimly why the Southern army was not still there, attacking, as it had attacked for so many hours.
But the deep woods were silent and empty.

Coils and streamers of smoke floated about among the trees, and suddenly a gray squirrel hopped out on a bough and began to chatter wildly.

Dick, despite himself, laughed, but the laugh was hysterical.