Here he lay, grimly watching for the proper time and opportunity when to sally forth and strike.

His position, so far as it sheltered him from his enemies, and gave him facilities for their overthrow, was wonderfully like that of the knightly robber of the Middle Ages.

True, his camp was without its castle--but it had its fosse and keep--its draw-bridge and portcullis.
There were no towers frowning in stone and iron--but there were tall pillars of pine and cypress, from the waving tops of which the warders looked out, and gave warning of the foe or the victim.

No cannon thundered from his walls; no knights, shining in armor, sallied forth to the tourney.

He was fond of none of the mere pomps of war.