In the darkness and the confusion his clothing was half torn off him by briars and bushes.

His horse fell twice, stumbling into gulleys, but fortunately neither he nor his rider was injured.

Often he was compelled to rein up suddenly lest he ride over the Southern lads themselves.

All around him he heard the panting of men pushed to the last ounce of their strength, and often there was swearing, too.

Once in the darkness he heard the voice of a boy cry out: "Oh, Lord, have mercy on me and let me go to Hades! The Devil will have mercy on me, but Stonewall Jackson never will!" Harry did not laugh, nor did he hear anyone else laugh.