When he saw that the Army of the Potomac was moving toward Chancellorsville he had cut in on its right flank, taking prisoners, and when a Union regiment had stood in his way, attempting to bar his path to his own army, he had ridden over it and gone.
All the time the sinister moaning of the guns on the far horizon never ceased.

It was this distant threat that oppressed Harry more than anything else.

It beat softly on the drums of his ears, and it said to him continually that his army must make a supreme effort or perish.
General Jackson did not call upon him to do anything, and once he rode forward with Dalton and looked at Sedgwick's Union masses upon the plains of Fredericksburg, still protected by the batteries which had not yet been moved from Stafford Heights.

Harry thought, for a while, that Lee and Jackson would certainly attack there, but night came and they had made no movement for that purpose.
But before the sun had set Harry with his glasses had been able to command a wide view.

He saw high up in the air three captive balloons, from which some of Hooker's officers looked upon the Southern intrenchments.