If McClellan wants a battle again in the morning, he shall have it.

Now go!" Not a general said a word in objection, in fact, they did not speak at all, but rode slowly away, every one to his command.

Yet they were, without exception, against the decision of their great leader.
Even Stonewall Jackson did not want a second battle.

He had shown through the doubtful conflict a most extraordinary calmness.

While the combat in the north, where he commanded, was at its height, he had sat on Little Sorrel, now happily restored to him, eating from time to time a peach that he took from his pocket.