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TURNING ON THE FOE.
Harry was awakened at the first shoot of dawn by the sound of trumpets.
It was now approaching the last of May and the cold nights had long since passed.

A warm sun was fast showing its edge in the east, and, bathing his face at a brook and snatching a little breakfast, he was ready.

Stonewall Jackson was already up, and his colored servant was holding Little Sorrel for him.
The army was fast forming into line, the new men of Ewell resolved to become as famous foot cavalry as those who had been with Jackson all along.

Ewell himself, full of enthusiasm and already devoted to his chief, was riding among them, and whenever he spoke to one of them he cocked his head on one side in the peculiar manner that was habitual with him.