Noon
The sun rose higher . Midmorning came , and the two armies still lay close . Harry grew stronger in his opinion that they would not fight again that day , although he watched , like the others , for any sign of movement in the Northern camp . Noon came , and the same dead silence . The fires had burned themselves out now and the dusk that had reigned over the Wilderness , before the battle , recovered its ground , thickened still further by the vast quantities of smoke still hanging low under a cloudy sky . But the aspect of the Wilderness itself was more mournful than ever . Coals smoldered in the burned areas , and now and then puffs of wind picked up the hot ashes and sent them in the faces of the soldiers .