lines, bending low, seeking in the distorted faces to identify their friends.
Jackson glanced a moment toward this scene.
Not a muscle quivered as he resumed his steady gaze down the road toward Richmond.
He was the ideal of concentration, --imperturbable, resistless.
I remember feeling that if he were not a very good man he would be a very bad one.
By a ludicrous turn of the association of ideas, the old darkey minister's illustration of faith flashed through my brain: Bredren, ef de Lord tell me to jump through a stone wall, I's gwine to jump at it; jumpin‘ at it ‘longs to me, goin‘ through it ‘longs to God.
The man before me would have jumped at anything the Lord told him to jump through.
A moment later and his gaze was rewarded.
A magnificent staff approached from the direction of Richmond, and riding at its head, superbly mounted, a born king among men. At that time General Lee was one of the handsomest of men, especially on horseback, and that morning every detai