His eyes seemed to say, "Boys, I've merely put these on in honor of the victory we're going to win.

But I won't do it again." Then the cheers burst forth, spontaneous and ringing, proving a devotion that few men have ever been able to command.

Stern and unflinching as Jackson invariably was in inflicting punishment, his soldiers always regarded him as one of themselves, the best man among them, one fitted by nature to lead democratic equals.

After the cheers were over they watched him as he looked through the glasses from his new position.
But he stayed there only a minute or two, going back then to his old point of vantage.
Harry meanwhile had reached Stuart, who, mounted upon a magnificent horse and clad in a uniform that fairly glittered through the fog itself, was waiting restlessly.

But he had not changed any part of his line.
Everything remained exactly as Jackson had ordered.