Dick was awed. Like many another his brain exposed to such tremendous
pressure for two or three days, was not quite normal. It was quickly
heated and excited by fancies, and time and place alone were enough to
weigh down even the coolest and most seasoned. He pressed close to his
Confederate friends, whose names he never knew, and who never knew his,
and they, feeling the same influence, never for an instant left the man
who held the lantern.
The muttering thunder now came closer and broke in terrible crashes.
The lightning flashed again and again so vividly that Dick, with
involuntary motion, threw up his hands to shelter his eyes. But he could
see before him the mournful forest, where so many good men had fallen,
and, turned red in the gleam of the lightning, it was more terrifying
than it had been in the mere black of the night. The wind, too, was now
blowing, and the forest gave forth what Dick's ears turned into a long
despairing wail.
"She's about to bust," said the lantern bearer, looking up at the
menacing sky. "Jim, you'll have to take your wettin' as it comes.
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