The mountains and the valley between were bathed in light once more.

The heavy dark green foliage on the slopes of the Massanuttons rested the eye and the green fields of the valley were cheering.
"I don't believe I'd ever forget this valley if I lived to be a thousand," said Harry.

"I've marched up and down it so much and every second of the time was so full of excitement." "Here's one day of peace, or at least it looks so," said Dalton.
But Jackson beckoned to Harry, bade him ride to the rear and report if there was any sign of the enemy.

They had learned to obey quickly and Harry galloped back by the side of the marching army.

Even now the men were irrepressible and he was saluted with the old familiar cries: "Hey, Johnny Reb, come back! You're going toward the Yankees, not away from 'em." "Let him go ahead, Bill.