He urged his horse to increased speed, and pressed on toward the head of the column.  The rain ceased and cool puffs of wind came out of the east.  Then the blackness there turned to gray, which soon deepened into silver.  Through the silver veil shot a bolt of red fire, and the sun came over the hills.

Although the green world had been touched with brown by the hot sun of July it looked fresh and beautiful to Harry.  The brown in the morning sunlight was a rosy red, and the winds of dawn were charged with life.  His horse, too, felt the change and it was easy now to force him into a 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 should be leaving there just about now.  The Northern army had made no preparation for immediate pursuit.”

“Your report agrees with all the others that I have received.  How long have you been without sleep?”

“I don’t know, sir,” he said at last.  “I can’t remember.  Maybe it has been two or three days.”

Stuart, who held a cup of coffee in his hand, laughed.  “The times have been such that there are generals as well as lieutenants,” he said, “who can’t remember when they’ve slept.”

“You’re exhausted, my lad,” said Lee gravely and kindly, “and there’s nothing more you can do for us just now.  Take some breakfast with us, and then you must sleep in one of the wagons.  An orderly will look after your horse.”