the generals. "I hear that arms and provisions are coming by every
train from the South, and meanwhile we are making no advance."

"We can't advance yet," said the other general emphatically. "McClellan
is right in making elaborate preparations and long drills before moving
upon the enemy. It was inexperience, and not want of courage, that beat
us at Bull Run."

"The Southerners had the same inexperience."

"But they had the defensive. I hear that Tom Jackson saved them,
and that they have given him the name Stonewall, because he stood so
firm. I was at West Point with him. An odd, awkward fellow, but one of
the hardest students I have ever known. The boys laughed at him when
he first came, but they soon stopped. He had a funny way of studying,
standing up with his book on a shelf, instead of sitting down at a desk.
Said his brain moved better that way. I've heard that he walked part of
the way from Virginia to reach West Point. I hear now, too, that he is
very religious, and always intends to pray before going into battle."

"That's a bad sign--for us," said the other general. "It's easy enough
to sneer at praying men, but just you remember Cromwell. I'm a little
shaky on my history, but I've an impression that when Cromwell, the
Ironsides, old Praise-God-Barebones, and the rest knelt, said a few
words to their God, sang a little and advanced with their pikes, they
went wherever they intended to go and that Prince Rupert and all the
Cavaliers could not stop them."

"It is so," said the other gravely. "A man who believes thoroughly in
his God, who is not afraid to die, who, in fact, rather favors dying on