He saw how his leader worked, with rapidity and precision, and without excitement, and he strove to imitate him.
The influence of Jackson was rapidly growing stronger upon the mind of the brilliant, sensitive boy, so susceptible to splendor of both thought and action.

The general, not yet great to the world, but great already to those around him, dominated the mind of the boy.

Harry was proud to serve him.
He saw that Jackson had taken no sleep, and he would take none either.

Soon the question was forgotten, and he toiled all through the afternoon, glad to be at the heart of affairs so important.
Winchester was a sprightly little city, one of the best in the great valley, inhabited by cultivated people of old families, and Southern to the core.

Harry and his young comrades had found a good welcome there.
They had been in many houses and they had made many friends.