Southern shield., 1860-02-04

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 reeled his friends rushed toward him,
 caught him in their arms, and gently
 seated him on the ground, leaning against bush. His trowsers reddencd. They
 stripped off his clothes The blood was
 gushing from his side in a torrent. And
 alas here is the ball, not near the wound
 bat above the opposite hip, just under the skin. The ball had passed through the
 body, below the ribs. Such wound
 could not but be fatal.
 Overton went forward and learned the condition of the wounded man. Reioin- ing his principal, he said, C He won [ want anything more of you, General, and con ducted him from the ground. They had gone hundred yards, Overton walking on one side of Jackson, the surgeon on the other, and neither speaking word. when the surgeon observed that one of Jack sons shoes was full of blood
 " My God I General Jackson, are you hit?" he exclaimed, pointing to the blood.
 "Oh! I believe" replied Jackson, |" that he has pinked me little Let's look at it. But say nothing aboutit theye," pointing to the house.
 He opened his coat Dickinson's aim had been perfect. He had sent the ball precisely where he supposed Jackson heart was beating. But the thinness of his body and the looseness ef his coat combining to deceive Dickinson, the ball had only broken rib or two, ani raked the breast-bone. It was somewhat painful, bad-looking wound, but neither severe nor dangerous, and he was able to ride to the tavern without much incon- venience. Upon approaching the house, he went up to one of the negro women who was churning, and asked her if the butter had come. She said 1t was ust coming. He asked for some buttermilk. While she wat getting it for him, she ob- served him furtively open his coat and look within it. She saw that his shirt was soaked with blood, and she stood gag ing in blank horror at the sight, dipper in hand. He caught her eye, and hastily buttoned his coat again. She dipped out quart measure full of buttermilk, and gave it to him. He drank 1t off at q draught; then went in, took off his coat, and had his wound carefully examined and dressed. That done, he dispatched one of his retinue to Dr. Catlett, to in- quire respecting the condition of Dick inson, and to say that the surgeon at tending himself would be glad to con- tribute his aid toward Mr. Dickinson's relief. Polite reply was returned that MT. Dicklnson's case was past surgery. In the course of the day, General Jack son sent bottle of wine to Dr. Catlett for the use of his patient.
 But there was one qualification which Jackson could not, even in such circum- stances, grant him. A very old friend of General Jackson writes to me thus: Al though the General had been wounded. he did not desire it should be known un- til he had left the neighborhood, and had therefore concealed 1t at first from his own friends. His reason for this, as he once stated to me, was, that as Dickinson considered himself the best shot in the world, and was certain of killing him at the first fire, he did not scant him to hare the gratifcation eren of knouing that he had touched him.'
 Poor Dickinson bled to death. The flowing of blood was stanched, but could not eb stopped. He was conveyed to the house in which he had passed the night, and placed upon matress, which was soon drenched with blood. He suffered extreme agony, and uttered horrible cries all that long dax....Aaass;azssszls E Ss1siEs