Seeing them he kept thinking, "That may be the very standard with which I shall lead the army.

" In the morning all that was left of the night mist on the heights was a hoar frost now turning to dew, but in the valleys it still lay like a milk-white sea.

Nothing was visible in the valley to the left into which our troops had descended and from whence came the sounds of firing.

Above the heights was the dark clear sky, and to the right the vast orb of the sun.