All he asked of them was to serve him as well as they had served General Jackson.
Harry was moved so deeply that he could scarcely thank him.

He felt springing up in his breast the same affection and hero-worship for Lee that he had felt for Jackson.

And as the close association with Lee continued, this feeling grew both in his heart and in that of Dalton.
The soul of youth cannot be kept down, and Harry's spirits returned as he rode back and forth on Lee's errands.

Moreover, spring was in full tide and his blood rose with it.

The Wilderness, in which the dead men lay, and all the surrounding country were turning a deep green, and the waters of the Rappahannock often flashed in gold or silver as the sun blazed or grew dim.