Presently he beckoned to Harry.
"Ride over to General Stuart," he said, "and see if he has made any change in his lines.

It is important that our formation be preserved intact and that no gaps be left." Then General Jackson himself rode to another elevation for a different view, and the soldiers, from whom he had been hidden before by the fog, gazed at him in amazement.

The gorgeous uniform that Stuart had sent him, worn only once before, and which they had thought discarded forever, had been put on again.

The old slouch hat was gone, and another, magnificent with gold braid, looped and tasseled, was in its place.
Instead of the faithful pony, Little Sorrel, he rode a big charger.
Usually cheers ran along the line whenever he appeared upon the eve of battle, but for a little space there was silence as the men gazed at him, many of them not even knowing him.

Jackson flushed and looked down apologetically at the rich cloth and gold braid he wore.