In the east all the peaks and ridges were wrapped about with them, and the captain knew that they meant more snow.

Heavy snow was the worst of all things for the advance of Jackson.
Captain Sherburne gave another signal to his men and they galloped faster.

The hoofbeats of nearly two hundred horses rang hard on the frozen road, but with increased speed pulses throbbed faster and spirits rose.

The average age of the troops was not over twenty, and youth thought much of action, little of consequences.
They saw in a half hour the heads of columns toiling up the slopes, and then Jackson riding on Little Sorrel, his shoulders bent forward slightly, the grave eyes showing that the great mind behind them was still at work, planning, planning, always planning.

Their expression did not change when Sherburne, halting his horse before him, saluted respectfully.
"What did you find, Captain Sherburne ?" he asked.
"The enemy, sir.