midnight
Grand war-trail as it was , it could not have been traced under that amorphous obscurity , and we had no means of carrying a light , even had it been safe to do so . We had no lantern , and the norther with one blast would have whisked out a torch of pitch-pine . We thought no more of going forward , until either the day should break or the wind come to a lull . At midnight we replenished our subterranean fires , and remained on the ground . Hail , rain , wind , and darkness . My companions rested their heads upon their knees , or nodding slept . No sleep for me -- not even the repose of thought .