No one in the army had caught more quickly than he the spirit of Stonewall Jackson.

He could endure anything, and in another hour or two they would pass out of this wilderness of forest and snow, and attack the enemy.

Bath was just ahead.
A thrill passed through the whole army.

Everybody knew that Jackson was about to attack.

While the first and reluctant sun of dawn was trying to pierce the heavy clouds, the regiments, spreading out to right and left to enclose Bath, began to march.