CHAPTER X.
THE NORTHERN MARCH It was days before Harry felt as if life could move on in the usual way.
He had loved Jackson next to his father.

In fact, in the absence of his own father the great general had stood in that place to him.

He had received from him so many marks of approval, and, riding as a trusted member of Jackson's staff, his head had been in such a rosy cloud of glory and victory, that now it seemed for a while as if the world had come to an end.
He was disappointed, too, that they had reaped so little from Chancellorsville.

He believed at times that his general had died in vain.

He had but to ride a little distance and see the enemy across the Rappahannock, where he had been so many months, with the same bristling guns and the same superior forces.
He had been eager, like all the other young officers, to move directly after the battle and attack the foe on his own ground, but when he talked with the two colonels he realized that their numbers were too small.