the flickering light playing over their eager faces while they listened to his plans, and made suggestions as to the conduct of the fight.
He soon warmed with the subject, and, throwing off his cloak to give full play to his arms, he walked about in the group, gesticulating rapidly and jerking out his sentences with a French accent.
All listened attentively, and the dim light, just revealing their countenances, showed their different emotions of confidence or district in his plans.--Gen Sidney Johnston stood apart from the rest, with his tail, straight form standing out like a specie against the dim sky, and the illusion was sustains by the light gray military cloak which he folded around him. His face was pale, but were a determined expression, and at times be drew nearer the centre of the ring and said a few words, which were listened to with great attention.
It may be he had some foreboding of the fate he was to meet on the morrow, for he did not seem to take much part in the di