... not believe he felt it. It was not alone the general they admired who had been shot down — it was, rather, the man they loved. I rode up to the ambulance and looked in. They had taken off Longstreet 's hat and coat and boots. The blood had paled out of his face and its somewhat gross aspect was gone. I noticed how white and dome-like his great forehead looked and, with scarcely less reverent ...