"
"Even if you saw him, how would you know it was Stonewall?"
"I hadn't thought of that. We've heard so much of him that it just
seemed to me I'd know him anywhere."
"Same here," said Warner. "Remember all the tales we've heard about his
whiskers, his old slouch hat and his sorrel horse."
"I'd like to see him myself," confessed Dick. "From all we hear he's the
man who kept McClellan from taking Richmond. He certainly played hob
with the plans of our generals. You know, I've got a cousin, Harry
Kenton, with him. I had a letter from him a week ago--passing through
the lines, and coming in a round-about way. Writes as if he thought
Stonewall Jackson was a demigod. Says we'd better quit and go home,
as we haven't any earthly chance to win this war."
"He fights best who wins last," said Warner. "I'm thinking I won't see
the green hills of Vermont for a long time yet, because I mean to pay a
visit to Richmond first. Have you got your cousin's letter with you,
Dick?"
"No, I destroyed it. I didn't want it bobbing up some time or other to
cause either of us trouble.
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