For the first time in that long march they broke through restraint and thundering cheers swept along the whole line as they took off their caps to the man whom they deemed at once their friend and a very god of war.

The stern Jackson giving way so seldom to emotion was heard to say to himself: "Who can fail to win battles with such men as these ?" Jackson's column did not stop until midnight.

They had been more than twenty-four hours on the march, and they had not seen a hostile soldier.
Harry Kenton himself did not know where they were going.

But he lay down and gratefully, like the others, took the rest that was allowed to him.
But a few hours only and they were marching again under a starry sky.
Morning showed the forest lining the slopes of the mountains and then all the men seemed to realize suddenly which way they were going.
This was the road that led to Pope.

It was not Washington, or Winchester, or some unknown army, but their foe on the Rappahannock that they were going to strike.