In place of the worn cap an old slouched hat now shaded his forehead and eyes.

But Harry knew that their extraordinary achievements had not been due to luck or chance, but were the result of the mighty calculations that had been made in the head under the old slouched hat.
Harry heard behind him the long roll and murmur of the marching army, the wheels of cannon and wagons grating on the turnpike, the occasional neigh of a horse, the rattle of arms and the voices of men talking low.
Most of these men had been a year and a half ago citizens untrained for war.

They were not mere creatures of drill, but they were intelligent, and they thought for themselves.

They knew as well as the officers what Jackson had done and henceforth they looked upon him as something almost superhuman.

Confident in his genius they were ready to follow wherever Jackson led, no matter what the odds.
These were exactly the feelings of both Harry and Dalton.