They marched through fire, where Stonewall Jackson led, and they never ceased to march.

He saw just beyond the apple tree a dusky figure walking up and down.

It was Jackson.

Would he never rest?
Was he not something rather more than normal after all?
Harry was very young and he rode with his hero, seeing him do his mighty deeds.
But nature had given all that it had to yield, and soon he slept, lying motionless and white like St.Clair and Langdon.

But all through the night the news of Jackson's great blow was traveling over the wires.