lling, continuous, and there was in it no note whatever of criticism
or derision. It was made up wholly of affection and admiration, and
it rolled in unceasing volume along the stream and through the forest.

The four lads and Sherburne sprang to their feet, shading their eyes
with their hands as they looked.

"By the great Jupiter!" exclaimed Sherburne, "it's Old Jack himself in a
new uniform on Little Sorrel! The boys, I imagine, have heard that he's
been made lieutenant-general."

"I knew that nothing could stir up the corps this way except Old Jack
or a rabbit," said Happy Tom, as he sprang to his feet--he meant no
disrespect to his commander, as thousands would give chase to a rabbit
when it happened to be roused out of the bushes.

"Thunderation! What a change!" exclaimed St. Clair, as he ran with the
others to the edge of the road to see Stonewall Jackson, the victor of
twenty battles, go past in a uniform that at first had almost disguised
him from his amazed soldiers. Little Sorrel was galloping. He had
learned to do so whenever the soldiers cheered his rider. Applause
always embarrassed Jackson, and Little Sorrel, of his own volition,
now obeyed his wish to get by it as soon as possible.

"What splendor!" exclaimed Harry. "Did you ever see Old Jack looking
like this before?"

"Never! Never!" they exclaimed in chorus.

Stonewall Jackson wore a magnificent uniform of the richest gray,
with heavy gold lace wherever gold lace could be used, and massive
epaulets of gold. A thick gold cord tied in a bow in front surrounded
the fine gray hat, and never did a famous general look more embarrassed
as the faithful horse took him along at an easy gallop.

All through the woods spread the word that Stonewall Jackson was riding
by arrayed in plumage like that of the dandy, Jeb Stuart himself.
It was wonderful, miraculous, but it was true, and the cheers rolled
continuously, like those of troops about to go into battle and confident
of victory.

Harry saw clearly that his commander was terribly abashed. Blushes
showed through the tan of his cheeks, and the soldiers, who would not
have dared to disobey a single word of his on the battlefield, now ran
joyously among the woods and bushes. Harry and the other three lads,
being on Jackson's staff, hid discreetly behind the log as he passed,
but they heard the thunder of the cheering following him down the road.

It was in truth a most singular scene. These