{"product_id":"2940013270282","title":"THE SCOUTS OF STONEWALL","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    I.    IN THE VALLEY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   II.    THE FOOT CAVALRY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  III.    STONEWALL JACKSON'S MARCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   IV.    WAR AND WAITING\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    V.    THE NORTHERN ADVANCE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   VI.    KERNSTOWN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  VII.    ON THE RIDGES\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e VIII.    THE MOUNTAIN BATTLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   IX.    TURNING ON THE FOE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    X.    WINCHESTER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   XI.    THE NIGHT RIDE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XII.    THE CLOSING CIRCLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e XIII.    THE SULLEN RETREAT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  XIV.    THE DOUBLE BATTLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   XV.    THE SEVEN DAYS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE SCOUTS OF STONEWALL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I. IN THE VALLEY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA young officer in dingy Confederate gray rode slowly on a powerful\u003cbr\u003ebay horse through a forest of oak. It was a noble woodland, clear of\u003cbr\u003eundergrowth, the fine trees standing in rows, like those of a park. They\u003cbr\u003ewere bare of leaves but the winter had been mild so far, and a carpet of\u003cbr\u003eshort grass, yet green, covered the ground. To the rider's right flowed\u003cbr\u003ea small river of clear water, one of the beautiful streams of the great\u003cbr\u003eVirginia valleys.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarry Kenton threw his head back a little and drew deep breaths of the\u003cbr\u003ecool, crisp air. The light wind had the touch of life in it. As the\u003cbr\u003ecool puffs blew upon him and filled his lungs his chest expanded and\u003cbr\u003ehis strong pulses beat more strongly. But a boy in years, he had already\u003cbr\u003edone a man's work, and he had been through those deeps of passion and\u003cbr\u003edespair which war alone brings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA year spent in the open and with few nights under roof had enlarged\u003cbr\u003eHarry Kenton's frame and had colored his face a deep red. His great\u003cbr\u003eancestor, Henry Ware, had been very fair, and Harry, like him, became\u003cbr\u003escarlet of cheek under the beat of wind and rain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHad anyone with a discerning eye been there, to see, he would have\u003cbr\u003ecalled this youth one of the finest types of the South that rode forth\u003cbr\u003eso boldly to war. He sat his saddle with the ease and grace that come\u003cbr\u003eonly of long practice, and he controlled his horse with the slightest\u003cbr\u003etouch of the rein. The open, frank face showed hate of nobody, although\u003cbr\u003ethe soul behind it was devoted without any reserve to the cause for\u003cbr\u003ewhich he fought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarry was on scout duty. Although an officer on the staff of Colonel\u003cbr\u003eTalbot, commander of the Invincibles, originally a South Carolina\u003cbr\u003eregiment, he had developed so much skill in forest and field, he had\u003cbr\u003esuch acuteness of eye and ear, that he was sent often to seek the camps\u003cbr\u003eof the enemy or to discover his plans. His friends said that these\u003cbr\u003eforest powers were inherited, that they came from some far-away ancestor\u003cbr\u003ewho had spent his life in the wilderness, and Harry knew that what they\u003cbr\u003esaid was true.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDespite the peaceful aspect of the forest and the lack of human presence\u003cbr\u003esave his own, he rode now on an errand that was full of danger. The\u003cbr\u003eUnion camp must lie on the other side of that little river, not many\u003cbr\u003emiles farther on, and he might meet, at any moment, the pickets of the\u003cbr\u003efoe. He meant to take the uttermost risk, but he had no notion of being\u003cbr\u003ecaptured. He would suffer anything, any chance, rather than that. He had\u003cbr\u003elately come into contact with a man who had breathed into him the fire\u003cbr\u003eand spirit belonging to legendary heroes. To this man, short of words\u003cbr\u003eand plain of dress, nothing was impossible, and Harry caught from him\u003cbr\u003enot merely the belief, but the conviction also.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47177653813488,"sku":"2940013270282","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013270282_p0.jpg?v=1763578647","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013270282","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}