Beckoning to several of his staff, including Harry, he rode back along the lines, giving a word of praise here and two words of rebuke there.

They came at last to an entire brigade, halted by the roadside, some of the men leaning against an old rail fence.
Jackson looked at the men and his face darkened.

It was his own Stonewall Brigade, the one of which he was so proud, and which he had led in person into the war.

Their commander was standing beside a tree, and riding up to him he demanded fiercely: "What is the meaning of this?
Why have you stopped ?" "I ordered a stop of a little while for the men to cook their rations," replied General Garnett.
Jackson's face darkened yet further, and the blue eyes were menacing.
"There is no time for that," he said sharply.
"But the men can't go any farther without them.

It's impossible." "I never found anything impossible with this brigade." Jackson shot forth the words as if they were so many bullets, gave Garnett a scornful look and rode on.