eene,
the "Hickory Quaker."

Now the historians, as is their wont, have pictured Greene the general
to the complete effacement of Greene the man, and it is in my mind that
you may like to see the new commander as we saw him, making his first
inspection of Horatio Gates's poor "shadow of an army" on that dismal
December day in Charlotte.

In years he was rising forty; and as weight goes he was a heavy man,
pressing hard upon fifteen stone with the knuckle of it under his
waistcoat. None the less, though his great bulk made him sit his horse
more like a farmer than a soldier, he had the muscular shoulders and
arms of the anchor-smiths, to which trade he had been bred.

The hint of grossness which his figure gave was not borne out by his
face. Like my Lord Cornwallis's, his eyes were womanish large, and nose
and mouth and the lift of the brow were cast in a mold to match; yet
there was that in his face which made it the mask of a soul thoughtful
and serene; and his ruddy complexion and fair hair gave him a look of
openness that a dark man is like to miss.

A skilled soldier, with a good promise of strenuous patience, was my
summing up of him, and Dick saw him as I did, though with a more
prophetic eye.

"He will make his mark, Jack, look you; not in stubborn in-fighting at
the barrier, mayhap, like Dan Morgan, nor in a brilliant dash, like our
colonel, but in his own anchor-smith's way--a heat at a time, and a blow
at a time," said Jennifer; and I nodded.

Stirrup to stirrup with the new commander as he passed down the line
rode Daniel Morgan, big, strong, masterful, handsome, the very pick and
choice of leaders for his rough and ready riflemen. Like most of his
men, he scorned to wear a uniform, appearing on parade, as in the field,
in a neat-fitting hunting-shirt of Indian-tanned buckskin with
fringings of the same--a costume that set off his gigantic figure as no
tailor-fine coat could have set it off.

When he pulled his horse down to make it keep step with the sedater
pacings of the general's, we could hear him declaring, with an oath,
that his Eleventh Virginia alone would give a good account of all the
Tories between the Catawba and the Broad; and when the cavalcade passed
the rifle corps, the men flung their hats and cheered their leader in
open defiance of all discipline.

Ah me! they tell me that in after years this stout Daniel, the
"Lion-bearder," as we used to dub him, became a doddering old man, eve