De Gin'ral, he was a mighty still man." "The General?
Whom do you mean?
Not Waite ?" "John Sibley done called him dat." Then Keith remembered--just a dim, misty thread at first, changing slowly into a clear recollection.

He was riding with despatches from Longstreet to Stonewall Jackson, and had been shot through the side.

The first of Jackson's troops he reached was a brigade of North Carolinians, commanded by General Waite--General Willis Waite.

He had fallen from his horse at the outposts, was brought helpless to the General's tent, and another sent on with the papers.

And Mrs.Waite had dressed and bandaged his wound.