he were going to church. Lee, grave, imperturbable, was the last man
to show emotion, but Harry thought once that he caught a gleam from the
blue eye as he spoke a word or two with Jackson and went on. As he
passed near them, Harry, Dalton and all the other young officers took
off their hats, saluted and stood in silence. General Lee raised his
own hat in return, and rode back toward the division of Longstreet.

Harry glanced toward General Jackson, who was also mounted. But he did
not move and the reins lay loose on the animal's neck. Once the horse
dropped his head and nuzzled under some leaves for a few blades of
sheltered grass that had escaped the winter. But the general took no
notice. He kept his glasses to his eyes and watched every movement of
the enemy, when the fog lifted enough for him to see. Presently he
beckoned to Harry.

"Ride over to General Stuart," he said, "and see if he has made any
change in his lines. It is important that our formation be preserved
intact and that no gaps be left."

Then General Jackson himself rode to another elevation for a different
view, and the soldiers, from whom he had been hidden before by the fog,
gazed at him in amazement. The gorgeous uniform that Stuart had sent
him, worn only once before, and which they had thought discarded forever,
had been put on again. The old slouch hat was gone, and another,
magnificent with gold braid, looped and tasseled, was in its place.
Instead of the faithful pony, Little Sorrel, he rode a big charger.

Usually cheers ran along the line whenever he appeared upon the eve of
battle, but for a little space there was silence as the men gazed at him,
many of them not even knowing him. Jackson flushed and looked down