They were to encamp beyond Jackson's old army, and as they passed along the turnpike it was lined on either side by Jackson's own men, cheering with vigor.
The colonel who was in immediate charge of the encampment, a man who had never seen General Jackson, asked Harry where he might find him.

Harry pointed to a man sitting on the top rail of a fence beside the road.
"But I asked for General Jackson," said the colonel.
"That's General Jackson." The colonel approached and saluted.

General Jackson's clothes were soiled and dusty.

His feet, encased in cavalry boots that reached beyond the knees, rested upon a lower rail of the fence.

A worn cap with a dented visor almost covered his eyes.