They marched on, sullen and gloomy, but after a while their natural courage and their confidence in their commander returned.

Their spirits did not desert them, even when they left the valley behind them and began to climb the Blue Ridge.
Up, up, they went through dense forests.

Harry remembered their ascent of the Massanuttons, but the snows were gone now.

They pressed on until they reached the crest of the ridges and there the whole army paused, high up in the air, while they looked with eager interest at the rolling Virginia country stretching toward the east until it sank under the horizon.
Harry saw smoke that marked the passing of trains, and he believed that they were now on their way to Richmond to help defend the capital against McClellan.

He glanced at Jackson, but the commander was as tight-lipped as ever.