It was not that the Northern men were inferior to the Southern in courage and tenacity, but the Southern army was led by a genius of the first rank, unmatched as a military leader in modern times, save by Napoleon and Lee.
It was the last day of May and the twilight was at hand.

The dark masses of Little North Mountain to the west and of the Massanuttons to the east were growing dim.

Harry rode by the side of Dalton a few paces in the rear of Jackson, and he watched the somber, silent man, riding silently on Little Sorrel.

There was nothing bright or spectacular about him.

The battered gray uniform was more battered than ever.