"Why, when we last heard of Jackson he was so far south we can't expect
him in a week!"
"You've heard that they call his men the foot cavalry," said the sergeant
gravely, "an' I reckon from all I've learned since I come east that
they've won the name fair an' true. See them woods off to the south
there. See the black line they make ag'inst the sky. I know, the same
as if I had seen him, that Stonewall Jackson is down in them forests,
comin' an' comin' fast."
The sergeant's tone was ominous, and Dick felt a tingling at the roots
of his hair. The western troops were eager to meet this new Southern
phenomenon who had suddenly shot like a burning star across the sky,
but for the first time there was apprehension in his soul. He had seen
but little of the new general, Pope, but he had read his proclamations
and he had thought them bombastic. He talked lightly of the enemy and of
the grand deeds that he was going to do. Who was Pope to sweep away such
men as Lee and Jackson with mere words!
Dick longed for Grant, the stern, unyielding, unbeatable Grant whom he
had known at Shiloh.
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