What sort of man is Johnston?
He is a fine fellow--a soldier, heart and soul.

You could tell him anywhere, and we have a first-rate fellow in command of the cavalry--Colonel Stuart--a splendid, dashing fellow, full of life and go.

His fellows swear by him.
I quite envy you, for I expect you will astonish the Yankee horsemen.
They are no great riders up there, you know, and I reckon the first time you meet them you will astonish them." [Illustration: Map--GENL.

LEE'S CAMPAIGNS IN VIRGINIA.] Here he suddenly stopped, stood at attention, and saluted.
Vincent at once did the same, although, had he not been set the example by his friend, he would never have thought of doing so to the figure who had passed.
"Who is it ?" he asked, as his companion resumed his easy attitude.
"Why, that's Old Tom." "What! Colonel Jackson!" Vincent said in surprise, "Well, he is an odd-looking fellow!" The figure that had passed was that of a tall, gaunt man, leaning awkwardly forward in his saddle.

He wore an old gray coat, and there was no sign of rank, nor particle of gold lace upon the uniform.