A soldier who dressed well amid such trying obstacles was likely to be a soldier through and through.
Harry was learning to read character from extraneous things, things that sometimes looked like trifles to others.
"I merely came over here to pass the time of day," he said.

"We start again in two or three minutes.

Hark, there go the bugles, and I go with them!" He ran back, sprang on his horse a few seconds before Jackson himself was in the saddle, and rode away again.
The general sent him on no missions for a while, and Harry rode in silence.

Observant, as always, he noticed the long ridges of the mountains, showing blue in the distance, and the occasional glimmer of water in the valley.

It was beautiful, this valley, and he did not wonder that the Virginians talked of it so much.