Yet he seemed a man little cut out for the life of the camp; for he suffered from almost chronic ill-health, and was often in sore pain of body even though the indomitable spirit was never quenched within him.

His face bore the look of resolution and self mastery which is often to be seen in those who have been through keen physical suffering.
There were lines there which told of weary days and nights of pain; but there was an unquenchable light in the eyes that invariably struck those who came into contact with the young officer.

He had already learned the secret of imparting to his men the enthusiasm which was kindled in his own breast; and there was not a man in his company but would gladly have laid down his life in his service, if he had been called upon to do so.
Today, however, there was nothing of the soldier and leader of forlorn hope in his aspect.

He lay back upon his couch with a dreamy abstraction in his gaze.

The gambols of his canine favourites passed unnoticed by him.