But a strong Roman nose and a sharp, penetrating eye showed that he was a man of force and decision.

Once, when he lifted his hat to return a salute, he showed a head almost wholly bald.
Harry looked at him for a moment or two unknowing, and then crying "General Ewell!" ran forward to greet him.
Harry was right.

It was what was left of him who had been Jackson's chief lieutenant in the Valley campaigns and who had fallen wounded so terribly at the Second Manassas.

After nine months of suffering, here he was again, as resolute and indomitable as ever, able to ride only when he was strapped in his saddle, but riding as much as any other general, nevertheless.
And Ewell, who might well have retired, was one of those who had most to lose by war.

He had a great estate in the heart of a rich country near Virginia's ancient capital, Williamsburg.