He would divide his army.
Jackson, so well called "the striking arm," would pass far around through
the maze of hills and mountains and fall like a thunderbolt upon Pope's
flank. At the sound of his guns Lee himself would attack in front.
As Dick and his young comrades lay down to sleep this march, the greatest
of Stonewall Jackson's famous turning movements, had begun already.
Jackson was on his horse, Little Sorrel, his old slouch hat drawn down
over his eyes, his head bent forward a little, and the great brain
thinking, always thinking. His face was turned to the North.
Just a little behind Jackson rode one of his most trusted aides, Harry
Kenton, a mere youth in years, but already a veteran in service. Not far
away was the gallant young Sherburne at the head of his troop of cavalry,
and in the first brigade was the regiment of the Invincibles led by
Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant Colonel Hector St. Hilaire.
Never had the two colonels seemed more prim and precise, and not even in
youth had the fire of battle ever burned more brightly in their bosoms.
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