Chapter I. The Head of the Family

A youth sat upon a log by a clear stream in the Valley of Virginia, mending clothes.

He showed skill and rapidity in his homely task. A shining needle darted in and out of the gray cloth, and the rent that had seemed hopeless was being closed up with neatness and precision. No one derided him because he was engaged upon a task that was usually performed by women. The Army of Northern Virginia did its own sewing.

"Will the seam show much, Arthur?" asked Harry Kenton, who lay luxuriously upon the leafy ground beside the log.

"Very little when I finish," replied St. Clair, examining his work with a critical eye. "Of course I can‘t pass the uniform off as wholly new. It‘s been a long time since I‘ve seen a new one in our army, but it will be a lot above the average."

"I admire your care of your clothes, Arthur, even if I can‘t quite imitate it. I‘ve concluded that good clothes give a certain amount of moral courage,

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