Harry had not asked a question during all that march. He had not
known where they were going, but like all the soldiers he had supreme
confidence in Jackson. He might be going to any of a number of places,
but the place to which he was going was sure to be the right place.
Now as he rode in the pass he knew that they were bound for the rear of
Pope's army. Well, that would be bad for Pope! Harry had no doubt of it.
They passed out of the gap, leaving the mountain behind them, and swept
on through two little villages, and over the famous plateau of Manassas
Junction which many of them had seen before in the fire and smoke of the
war's first terrible day. Here were the fields and hills over which they
had fought and won the victory. Harry recognized at once the places
which had been burned so vividly into his memory, and he considered it a
good omen.
Not so far away was Washington, and so strongly was Harry's imagination
impressed that he believed he could have seen through powerful glasses
and from the crest of some tall hill that they passed, the dome of the
Capitol shining in the August sun.
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