of their columns, and, as the fog continued to thin away and the day to
brighten, they saw Jackson and his staff.

Harry heard bullets whistling sinister little threats in his ear as they
passed, and he heard other bullets pattering on the trees or the earth.
They alarmed him more than the huge cannon thundering away from the
other side of the river. But the fog, although thin, was still enough
to make the aim of the skirmishers bad, and General Jackson and his
staff went on their way unhurt.

They reached a little hill near the middle of the Southern bent bow.
It had no name then, but it is called Lee's Hill now, because at nine
o'clock that morning General Lee, mounted on his white horse, was upon
its crest awaiting his generals, to give them his last instructions.
Longstreet was already there, and, just as Jackson came, the fog thinned
away entirely and the sun began to blaze with a heat almost like that
of summer, rapidly thawing the hard earth.

The young officers on the different staffs reined back, while their
chiefs drew together. Yet for a few moments no one said anything.
Harry always believed that the veteran generals were moved as he was by
the sight below. The great banks of white fog were rolling away down
the river before the light wind and the brilliant sun.

Now Harry saw the Army of the Potomac in its full majesty. On the wide
plain that lay on the south bank of the Rappahannock nearly a hundred
thousand men were still advancing in regular order, with scores and
scores of cannon on their flanks or between the columns. The army which
looked somber black in the misty dawn now looked blue in the brilliant
sun. The stars and stripes, the most beautiful flag in the world,