“A man must feel tremendous pride when his very appearance draws such cheers from his men,” said Harry.
The lawn was not cut up by the feet of horses-Jackson would not allow it. Everything about the house and grounds was in the neatest order. Beside the hunting lodge stood a great tent, in which his staff messed.
“Were you here the day General Jackson came to these quarters, Harry?” asked Dalton.
“No, I was in service at the bank of the river, carrying some message or other. I’ve forgotten what it was.”
“Well, I was. We didn’t know where we were going to stay, and a lady came from the big house here down to the edge of the woods, where we were still sitting on our horses. ‘Is this General Jackson?’ asked she. ‘It is, madame,’ he replied, lifting his hat politely. ‘My husband owns this house,’ she said, pointing toward it, ‘and we will feel honored and glad if you will occupy it as your headquarters while you are here.’ He thanked her and said he’d ride forward with a cavalry orderly and inspect the place. The rest of us waited while he and the orderly rode into the grounds, the lady going on ahead.
“The general wouldn’t take the house. He said he didn’t like to see so fine a place trodden up by young men in muddy military boots. Besides, he and his staff would disturb the inmates, and he didn’t want that to happen. At last he picked the hunting lodge, and as he and the orderly rode back through the gate to the grounds, the orderly said: ‘General, do you feel wholly pleased with what you have chosen?’ ‘It suits me entirely,’ replied General Jackson. ‘I’m going to make my headquarters in that hunting lodge.’ ‘I’m very glad of that, sir, very glad indeed.’ ‘Why?’ asked General Jackson. ‘Because it’s my house,’ replied the orderly, ‘and my wife and I would have felt greatly disappointed if you had gone elsewhere.'”
“And so all this splendid place belongs to an orderly?” said Harry.
“Funny you didn’t hear that story,” said Dalton. “Most of us have, but I suppose everybody took it for granted that you knew it. As you say, that grand place belongs to one of our orderlies. After all, we’re a citizen army, just as the great Roman armies when they were at their greatest were citizen armies, too.”
“Ah, here comes the general now,” said Harry, “and he looks embarrassed, as he always does after so much cheering. A stranger would think from the way he acts that he’s the least conspicuous of our generals, and if you read the reports of his victories you’d think that he had less than anybody else to do with them.”
General Jackson, followed by an orderly, cantered up. The orderly took the horse and the general went into the house, followed by the two young staff officers. They knew that he was likely to plunge at once into work, and were ready to do any service he needed.
“I don’t think I’ll want you boys,” said the general in his usual kindly tone, “at least not for some time. So you can go out and enjoy the sunshine and warmth, of which we have had so little for a long time.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Harry, but he added hastily:
“Here come some officers, sir.”
Jackson glanced through the window of the hunting lodge and caught sight of a waving plume, just as its wearer passed through the gate.
“That’s Stuart,” he said, with an attempt at severity in his tone, although his smiling eye belied it. “I suppose I might as well defer my work if Jeb Stuart is coming to see me. Stay with me, lads, and help me to entertain him. You know Stuart is nothing but a joyous boy-younger than either of you, although he is one of the greatest cavalry leaders of modern times.”
Harry and Dalton were more than willing to remain. Everybody was always glad when Jeb Stuart came. Now he was in his finest mood, and he and the two staff officers with him rode at a canter. They leaped from their horses at Jackson’s door, throwing the reins over their necks and leaving them to the orderly. Then they entered boldly, Stuart leading. He was the only man in the whole Southern army who took liberties with Jackson, although his liberties were always of the inoffensive kind.