Sometimes he did not see the men around him, but saw instead Pendleton, the boys playing in the fields, and his father.

He also saw again that log house in the Kentucky mountains, and the old, old woman who had known his great-grandfather, Henry Ware.
Once more he heard like a whisper in his ears her parting words: "You will come again, and you will be thin and pale and in rags, and you will fall at the door.

I see you coming with these two eyes of mine." What did they mean?
What did those strange words mean?
It was the first time in a year, perhaps, that he had thought of that old, old woman, and the log house in the mountains.

But he saw her now, and she was strangely vivid for one so old and so withered.

Then she vanished, and for the time was forgotten completely, because Lee and Jackson were riding past, one on Traveler and the other on Little Sorrel, and it was no time to be dreaming of glens in the mountains and their peace, because mighty armies were closing in, bent upon the destruction of each other.
All that afternoon Harry heard in a half circle about him the distant moaning of cannon, and he caught glimpses of galloping horsemen.
Stuart, equally at home on the floor of the ballroom or the field of battle, was leading his troopers in a daring circuit.