...arkness mustered them, and fastened to the confusion until all was quiet, save the occasional crack of a picket's rifle, or the sound of some, drowsy sentinel's challenge, when I "fell back" to where Col. Morrison and staff were restlessly dreaming on the sod, to woe myself as best I could in "tired nature's swart restorer." We have reinforcements coming, I hear, and I have no doubt we will take the plac...