Yes, the Yankees were brave men! They were liars who said they wouldn't fight! If you didn't believe it, all you had to do was to follow Stonewall Jackson and see! Such thoughts ran in many a young head in that army and Harry's, too, was not free from them, although it was no new thing to him to admit that the Yankees could and would fight just as well as the men of his South.

The difference in the last few days lay in the fact that the Southern army was led by a man while the Northern army was led by mere men.
The command to halt suddenly ran along the lines of Jackson's troops, and, before it ceased to be repeated, thousands were lying prostrate in the woods or on the grass.

They flung themselves down just as they were, reckless of horses or wagons or anything else.

Why should they care?
They were Jackson's men.

They had come a hundred miles, whipping armies as they came, and they were going to whip more.