ot doubt that he was doing
so again.

The march never paused for an instant. On they went, and the sound of
the great guns behind them grew fainter and fainter until it faded away.
Where were they going? Was it a raid on Washington? Were they to hurl
themselves upon Pope's rear, or was there some new army that they were
to destroy?

Up swept the sun and the coolness left by the storm disappeared. The
August day began to blaze again with fierce burning heat, but there was
no complaint among Jackson's men. They knew now that they were on one of
his great turning movements, on a far greater scale than any hitherto,
and full of confidence, they followed in the wake of Little Sorrel.

In the daylight now Jackson had scouts and skirmishers far in front and
on either flank. They were to blaze the way for the army and they made
a far out-flung line, through which no hostile scout could pass and
see the marching army within. At the close of the day they were still
marching, and when the sun was setting Jackson stood by the dusty
roadside and watched his men as they passed. For the first time in that
long march they broke through restraint and thundering cheers swept
along the whole line as they took off their caps to the man whom they
deemed at once their friend and a very god of war. The stern Jackson
giving way so seldom to emotion was heard to say to himself:

"Who can fail to win battles with such men as these?"

Jackson's column did not stop until midnight. They had been more than
twenty-four hours on the march, and they had not seen a hostile soldier.
Harry Kenton himself did not know where they were going. But he lay down
and gratefully, like the others, took the rest that was allowed to him.
But a few hours only and they were marching again under a starry sky.
Morning showed the forest lining the slopes of the mountains and then
all the men seemed to realize suddenly which way they were going.

This was the road that led to Pope. It was not Washington, or
Winchester, or some unknown army, but their foe on the Rappahannock that
they were going to strike. A deep murmur of joy ran through the ranks,
and the men who had now been marching thirty hours, with but little
rest, suddenly increased their speed. Knowledge had brought them new
strength.

They entered the forest and passed into Thoroughfare Gap, which leads
through Bull Run Mountain. The files narrowed now and stretched out in a
longer line. This was a deep go