The midday sun
Harry with a salute to his chief rode away . Part of the country was familiar to him and in addition his directions were so explicit that he could not miss the way . The four divisions of the army were in fairly close touch , but in a country of forests and many waters Northern scouts might come between , and he rode with caution , his hand ever near the pistol in his belt . The midday sun however clouded as the afternoon passed on . The thickets and forests grew more dense . From the distance came now and then the faint , sweet call of a trumpet , but everything was hidden from sight by the dense tangle of the Wilderness , a wilderness as wild and dangerous as any in which Henry Ware had ever fought . How it all came back to him !