A great many people moved about, many, I could see, having arrived from the distant country; and there was a great noise of hammering, too, from a meadow below, where, a soldier told us, they were erecting barracks for Sheldon’s and for other troops shortly expected.

“There is even talk of a fort for the ridge yonder,” he said. “One may see the Sound from there.”

We glanced up at the ridge, then gazed curiously around, and finally walked down along the stone wall to a pasture. Here, where they were building the barracks, there had been a camp; and the place was still smelling stale enough. Tents were now being loaded on ox wagons; and a company of Colonel Thomas’s regiment was filing out along the road after the convoy which we had seen moving through the dust toward Lewisboro.