"Stonewall Jackson don't care nothin' about your feet.

You're here to fight." Harry walked on, but the words sank deep in his mind.

It was an uneducated boy, probably from the hills, who had given the rebuke, but he saw that the character of Stonewall Jackson was already understood by the whole army, even to the youngest private.

He found Langdon and St.Clair sitting together on a log.

They were not tired, as they were mounted officers, but they were full of curiosity.
"What's passing through Old Jack's head ?" asked Langdon, the irreverent and the cheerful.
"I don't know, and I don't suppose anybody will ever know all that's passing there." "I'll wager my year's pay against a last year's bird nest that he isn't leading us away from the enemy." "He certainly isn't doing that.