If he should grieve how much more should the general who had led in the lost battle, and upon whom everybody would hasten to put the blame! He felt once more that flow of courage and fire from Jackson to himself, and he felt also his splendid fortune in being associated with a man whose acts showed all the marks of greatness.

Like so many other young officers, mere boys, he was fast maturing in the furnace of a vast war.
The general ceased to follow the troops, but turned aside into what seemed to be a thin stretch of forest.

But Harry saw that the trees grew in rows and he exclaimed: "An orchard!" It seemed to strike Jackson's fancy.
"Well," he said, "an orchard is a good place to sleep in.

Can't we make a fire here?
I fear that we shall have to burn some fence rails tonight." Harry and the major--Hawks was his name--hitched the horses, and gathered a heap of dry fence rails.

The major set fire to splinters with matches and, in a few minutes a fine fire was crackling and blazing, taking away the sharp chill of the March night.
Harry saw other fires spring up in the orchard, and he went over to one of them, where some soldiers were cooking food.
"Give me a piece of meat and bread," he said to a long Virginian.
"Set, Sonny, an' eat with us!" "I don't want it for myself." "Then who in nation are you beggin' fur ?" "For General Jackson.