midnight
The prowler skin lashings held but the canvas and blankets were ripped into streamers that cracked like rifle shots in the wind before they were torn completely loose and flung into the night . One by one the guard fires went out and the rain continued , growing colder and driven in almost horizontal sheets by the wind . The women and children huddled in chilled misery in what meager protection the torn shelters still gave and there was nothing that could be done to help them . The rain turned to snow at midnight , a howling blizzard through which Prentiss 's light could penetrate but a few feet as he made his rounds . He walked with slogging weariness , forcing himself on . He was no longer young -- he was fifty -- and he had had little rest . He had known , of course , that successful leadership would involve more sacrifice on his part than on the part of those he led .