The old Keith pictures, some of them by the best artists, which had been boxed and stored elsewhere until after the war, now went to the purchaser of the place for less than the price of their frames.

Among them was the portrait of the man in the steel coat and hat, who had the General's face.
What General Keith felt during this transition no one, perhaps, ever knew; certainly his son did not know it, and did not dream of it until later in life.
It was, however, not only in the South that fortunes were lost by the war.

As vast as was the increase of riches at the North among those who stayed at home, it did not extend to those who took the field.

Among these was a young officer named Huntington, from Brookford, a little town on the sunny slope that stretches eastwardly from the Alleghanies to the Delaware.

Captain Huntington, having entered the army on the outbreak of the war, like Colonel Keith rose to the rank of general, and, like General Keith, received a wound that incapacitated him for service.