He went back to America and threw himself into the fight with all the ardor that had made his forebears famous in the service of the worthless Stuarts.

It wasn't a question with him of the mere love of fighting, of tossing the penny; he knew with which side he wished to fight.

He joined the cavalry of the North, and hammered and fought his way to a captaincy.

He was wounded five times and imprisoned twice.

His right eye was still weak from the effects of a powder explosion; and whenever it bothered him he wore a single glass, abominating, as all soldiers do, the burden of spectacles.