their countenances clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting through the
forest, were sullen. In the youth's company once a man's laugh rang out. A dozen
soldiers turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure. The
noise of firing dogged their footsteps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way,
but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed,
throwing black looks in its direction. In a clear space the troops were at last halted.
Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets,
grew together again and lines were faced toward the