gallop toward a fire on a low hill, which Harry felt sure had been built
to cook breakfast for their great commander.

As he approached he saw Lee and his generals standing before the blaze,
some eating, and others drinking. An orderly, near by, held the
commander's famous horse, Traveller, and two or three horses belonging to
the other generals were trying to find a little grass between the stony
outcrops of the hills. Harry felt an overwhelming curiosity, but he kept
it in restraint, dismounting at a little distance, and approaching on
foot.

He could not observe much change in the general's appearance. His
handsome gray suit was as neat as ever, and the three stars, the only
marks of his rank that he wore, shone untarnished upon his collar.
The dignified and cheerful manner that marked him before Gettysburg
marked him also afterward. To Harry, so young and so thoroughly charged
with the emotions of his time and section, he was a figure to be
approached with veneration.

He saw the stalwart and bearded Longstreet and other generals whom he
knew, among them the brilliant Stuart in his brilliant plumage, but
rather quiet and subdued in manner now, since he had not come to
Gettysburg as soon as he was needed. Harry hung back a little, fearing
lest he might be regarded as thrusting himself into a company so much
his superior in rank, but Lee saw him and beckoned to him.

"I sent you back toward Gettysburg to report on our withdrawal,
Lieutenant Kenton," he said.

"Yes, sir. I returned all the way to the field. The last of our troops