The whole army followed and they marched steadily northward and eastward.
Harry had another good and close view of the Massanuttons, now one vast mass of dark green foliage, and it caused his thoughts to turn to Shepard.

He had no doubt that the wary and astute Northern scout was somewhere near watching the march of Stonewall.

He had secured a pair of glasses of his own and he scanned the fields and forests now for a sight of him and his bold horsemen.

But he saw no blue uniforms, merely farmers and their wives and children, shouting with joy at the sight of Jackson, eager to give him information, and eager to hide it from Banks.
But Harry was destined to have more than another view of the Massanuttons.

Jackson marched steadily for four days, crossing the Massanuttons at the defile, and coming down into the eastern valley.
The troops were joyous throughout the journey, although they had not the least idea for what they were destined, and Ewell's men made good their claim to a place of equal honor in the foot cavalry.
They were now in the division of the great valley known as the Luray, and only when they stopped did Harry and his comrades of the staff learn that the Northern army under Kenly was only ten miles away at Front Royal.
The preceding night had been one of great confidence, even of light-heartedness in Washington.