one o'clock in the morning before
The moon came out and clothed the strange and weird battlefield in a robe of silver . The heavens were sown with starshine , but it all seemed mystic and unreal to the excited nerves of the boy . The mountains rose to two , three times their real height , and the valley in which the Northern fires burned became a mighty chasm . It was one o'clock in the morning before Jackson himself left the field and went to his headquarters at a little farmhouse on the plateau . His faithful colored servant was waiting for him with food . He had not touched any the whole day , but he declined it saying that he needed nothing but sleep . He flung himself booted and clothed upon a bed and was sound asleep in five minutes .