The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1877-11-08

ishers who seemed ~ be half mile away
and he was known throughout the rcgi
ment as dead shot.
There was considerable firing around
us from foragcrs, straGglers, and men
cleaning their guns, and shot from the
window might not attract particular
attention. Resting the heavy gun across
the window.sill, and having ~ steady
rest AZ hunter ever asked for cod
Pete" was ready TO keep his word.
IT SEEMED LIKE CoID,RLooDED assassin
ALTON.
could almost count tho buttons on
Jackson's coat, and there seemed no
escape for him. ] WAS watching him
when the rifle cracked. He had field
glass TO his eye, aud the only movement
We could see was a quick motion Of the
head, as ii the bullet had cut close to his
ear. The glass was not even lowered
"Old Pete" sworc terrible long string
of oaths as he realized his failure, but in
minute was ready again.
Z" ! hope never to draw another breath
if | don't kill him stone dead J" he NUT
tered, ~ he knelt down. Jackson did
not face us rs before, yet was good mark
even for n musket. We watched him as
BEFORE and this time the bullet must
have swept past his face, as he lodged
his face backward. The field glass went
down then, but he raised it in an instant
| and went on with his survey.
Have got to be n fool, or have ]
| l,1,,,l ~ l,,,,1,l ,lI Data hn
looked down upon his unframed victim.
"Pll kill him this time or shoot myself
in this chamber"
1t was dangerous to remain there
longer, as the cavalry had crcpt nearer,
and Jackson's aids seemed TO have got
the idea that sharpshootcr was posted
near by. Yet cod Pete" would have
had third shot if the rOnfederates had
been in the house.
THE TARGET WAS As FAIR AS BEFORE.
lie took more careful aim, and yet,
when he fired, he saw sp!ntcrs fly from u
railroad over beyond the general. The
cavalry were then close upon us, and our
two muSke,s were lost in the hurried
flight from the house. Half an hour
after that Jackson was driving our brig
AIDES and divisions as he willcd.
"pll measure off the same distance,
shoot off hand, and bet my life can hit
a soldiers cap nine times out of temp
erowled cod Pete" as he hurried for
ward, and suddenly overcome by indig-
nation and chagrin he battered his cher
ished gun again,ta tree and destroyed IT,.
AS if seeking personal revenge, Jack
sons lcgions passed right by u5, The
nearest brigade of SigcIs corps waapicked
up and dashed to pieces as a strong man
would lift and hurl n child. Turning
along with the amazed and frightened
men, but bearing off toward our own
division, we picked up other muskcts tt
replace our lost ones. Reaching Il knoll
from which we had another view OF the
turnpike, we halted for last look ovc'
the heads of the frightened, fleeing sol
licrs-0ver the ground strcwn with arm'
and acc0utrcmcnts--ovcr the blue smoke
Just beginning to rise, We saw jackson
again.
He was far away, but il was Jackson.
Course him but he has got a guard
ian angel" howlcd old Pete as he SHOOK
his fist toward the turnpike.
No other man ever had rifle drawn
on him at such Air range and escaped
three cool, carefully aimed bullets His
escape sent 4 thrill superstition through
each mind, and from thai hour to this
moment, when the news of Jackson's
death reached us, cold Pete" never
spoke word. soon soldier, hurying
a.ong, shouted: "Were all right
itonewall Jackson has boen killed up the
road there!
"Old Pete "lcapoi up, whirled arounc
to face the bearer OF The news, and say
agcly shouted back:
| You lie! you lie You lie StoncwaI
Jackson can't be hurt by shell or kllle'
by bullet" "
BUr II WAS SO.
Living in The arms of those who I0vc'
him, so near us that the cries OF oul
wounded must have reached his ears
was the mortally wounded general Whose
skill and strength had no match. While
the Whitehead dead looked up to the
torn and shattered forest trees, while the
wounded crawed here and there in thci
awful agony, while the living looked il
each others anxious faces and wondered
if another night would find any Of II
there, the legions of Jackson wer'
strangeIy silent. Now and then CAM
the sudden boom of some great gun
sounding like a deep groan of despair
but there was nothing more to break tn
silence. While men rested i'll line O
battle, having the awful horrors of wa
on every side, there was one who gave u
his life as he whispered, L" Let us eros
, over the river and rest under the shad
of the trees. "-UctrOH Free Press.