He knew that the troops felt the same way.

They missed the mighty spirit and the unfaltering mind that had led them in earlier years to victory.

They were ragged and tired, too, and had but little food.
Happy Tom, who concealed under a light manner uncommonly keen perceptions, noticed Harry's depression.
"What are you thinking about, Harry ?" he asked.
"Several things, Happy.

Among them, the days when we rode here with Stonewall from one victory to another." "We'll have to think of something else.

Cheer up.