prayed before going into battle, and who was never willing to fight on
Sunday, would nevertheless hurl his men directly into the cannon's mouth
for the sake of victory, and would never excuse the least flinching on
the part of either officer or private.

It seemed to Harry that the two kinds of fervor in Jackson, the martial
and the religious, were in about equal proportions, and they always
inspired him with a sort of awe. Deep as were his affection and
admiration for Jackson, he would never have presumed upon the slightest
familiarity. Nor would any other officer of his command.

Yet the tender side of Jackson was often shown during his last days in
his beloved Winchester. The hero-worshipping women of the South often
brought their children to see him, to receive his blessing, and to say
when they were grown that the great Jackson had put his hands upon their
heads.

Harry and his three comrades of his own age, who had been down near the
creek, were returning late one afternoon to headquarters near the manse,
when they heard the shout of many childish voices.

They saw that he was walking again with the minister, but that he was
surrounded by at least a dozen little girls, every one of whom demanded
in turn that he shake her hand. He was busily engaged in this task when
the whole group passed out of sight into the manse.

"The Northern newspapers denounce us as passionate and headstrong,
with all the faults of the cavaliers," said St. Clair. "I only wish
they could see General Jackson as he is. Lee and Jackson come much
nearer being Puritans than their generals do."