two o'clock in the morning
Another halt ; a new detail for water . The march continued -- a stumbling , staggering march , in the darkness . A hundred yards and a halt of a minute ; a quarter of a mile and a halt of half an hour ; an exasperating march . At two o'clock in the morning we were permitted to break ranks . I was too tired to sleep . Where we were I knew not , and I know not -- somewhere in Fairfax County , Virginia . Willis , who was near me , lying on his blanket , his cartridge-box for a pillow , said that we were the left of McDowell 's army ; that the centre and right extended for miles ; that the general headquarters ought to be at Fairfax Court-House at this moment , and that if Beauregard did n't look sharp he would wake up some fine morning and find old Heintz in his rear .