to Lee,
who swayed his feelings and judgment with equal power.

The figure of Lee in the height and fullness of victory was imposing.
An English general who saw him, and who also saw all the famous men of
his time, wrote long afterward that he was the only great man he had
ever seen who looked all his greatness. Tall, strongly built, with
thick gray hair, a short gray beard, clipped closely, ruddy complexion
and blue eyes, he was as careful in dress as Jackson had been careless.
He spoke with a uniform politeness, not superficial, but from the heart,
and his glance was nearly always grave and benevolent.

General Lee in these warm days of late spring occupied a large tent.
Even when the army was not on the march he invariably preferred tents to
houses, and now Harry saw nearly all the famous Southern generals in the
east passing through that door. There was Longstreet, blue of eye like
Lee, full bearded, thick and powerful, and proud of his horsemanship,
in which he excelled.

Ewell, too, stumped in on his crutches, vigorous, enthusiastic, but
never using profane language where Lee was. And there was A. P. Hill,
of soldierly slenderness and of fine, pleasing manner; McLaws, who had
done so well at Antietam; Pickett, not yet dreaming of the one marvelous
achievement that was to be his; Old Jubal Early, as he was familiarly
called, bald, bearded, rheumatic, profane, but brave and able; Hood,
tall, yellow-haired; Pender, the North Carolinian, not yet thirty,
religious like Jackson, and doomed like him to fall soon in battle;
Tieth, Edward Johnson, Anderson, Trimble, Stuart, as gay and dandyish as
ever; Ramseur, Jones, Daniel, young Fitzhugh Lee; Pendleton, Armistead,
and a host of others whose names remained memorable to him. They were
all tanned and sun-burned men. Few had reached early middle age,
and the shadows of death were already gathering for many of them.

But the high spirits of the Southern army merely became higher as they
began to make rapid but secret preparation for departure. The soldiers
did not know where they were going, except that it was into the North,
and they began to discuss the nature of the country they would find
there. Harry took the message to the Invincibles to pack and march.
Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire reluctantly dropped
their unfinished game, put up the chessmen, and in an hour the
Invincibles--few, but trim and strong--were marching to a position
farther