The fire and courage of Jackson's men had never risen higher.
Jackson himself seemed to be thinking but little of war for a day or two.

His inseparable companion was the Presbyterian minister, Dr.Graham, to whom he often said that he thought it was the noblest and grandest thing in the world to be a great minister.

Harry, as his aide, being invariably near him, was impressed more and more by his extraordinary mixture of martial and religious fervor.

The man who 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.