The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1881-08-25
EIGHTEEN YEARS AFTER!
The place where StoneWali was
Shot.

Shot.
\ correspondent yankee OF the
Philadelphia Times tells OF the Battle
field in the Wilderness
..Chancp!lorsyille i a drsolate clearing
on the southern edge Of the Wilder
pess. Time Nas when d hundred Nlr-
ginians of the frs. families clinked
glasses inthe long dining hallofthe hos
%telii-. and many 4 day u!d Jefferson,
| Madison and those who came alter
tab noontidr rest under Ih- surround
ING elms. But the planks 0f tue Plank
road are gone. Coaches and four n
LONGER shake dust iron the shaiio"
rust Of the pike and lovers no longer
s,ck the cross roads tavern as the half
way TO Gretna Green. In the old days
the Chancellor House WAS g massive
brick building shaped like q squat /.
Around il on every side were level helds
that stretched for quarter of a mile or
more. while three important stage roads
came together in front OF the yard. Now
onlg one-third of the bu~ildlDg-thc
northern end-stands, and even that had
kai to be regretted after battle, when
fire left nothing but bare walls, shot
shattered aud bullet pierced. From
the northern eud of this poor remnant
Of the ruined inn stick out five pieces
of shrapnel-bolts that, as Mr.. Oliver
fears, may yet play the mischief Above
these grim Things is a ragged rent III
the gable end near the roof. showing
where shells knacked for admission a
they paused IN their screaming flight
eighteen years ago. The porch pillar.
near winch Hooker had the misfortune
to staId when it was shattered 10y Il
round shot, was destroyed 10y IRE and
In the places Of the pillars are wooden
columns freshly painted and without =
scratch. In the yard the visitor sees
the outlines of the old house marked
by shrubs, weeds and stray bricks,
while a dozen sweet holIyhncks grow
ing near the porch remain as scnt1nels
of garden beauties long since gone.
THE Spot WHERE JACKSON FELL.
The sun is overhead as the lazy horses
white with latner, jog along ii level
road between two corntields and come
once more to where trees grow thlckiy
on either side. Thus moving In the
midst of timber for somewhere near a
hall nile we come to a big stone piaut
ed steadfastly by the roadside. Cato
is nodding and | hit him sharp crack
with a soldier. skull which Farmer
Oliver gave mt and the points of which
| had been studying since we left
Hooker's shattered headquarters be
hind. Cato gave a grunt and q jerk
and mumbling: Use mos aseep, :
spied the stone. Then it was amusing
to watch the change come over the
darkey's dull e1panse Of jaw and lip.
He lifted his eyebrows. showed his
teeth and said, with animation
"Bress my soul, sab, US am right
heah."
Whats 'heahl' What's that stone
for a.
''Doan yo' kno,' sab, whut dat ar
markable stone am 'tendin To meme
rate z"
mo, what is it 2"
Oars rhar Gernul Stonewall vas
kilt. Moss Tucker Lacey. De preacher
up dar by Wilderness sto', lie put dat
ar stone OAR, sab
| remembered hat Jackson clung to
life for several days after he hac been
wounded, but 10y further questioning
learned hat this was the spot where
the bleeding warrior fell from his horse
in the very hour of his browning tri-
umph. The ston is a rough block of
white flint, quarrisd here in the Wilder
ness. 1t stands three feet eight inches
high and in two feet ten inches in
breadth. Its surface shows dents and
~ horafr0n lCypr p,lrrIrns lac 20
scaled bits of it as relics, and around
are smaller pieces of hard rock that
have been used as hammers with which
to crack it. Immediately around the
stone the ground is IN small under
growing, huckleberrv bushes, chlnka-
pins and the like, but at a few feet it
it enconpassed by pines and oaks OF
large growth.
BULLET MARKS IN Z OAK.
Between the ston and the road is u
red oak Of such size that it must have
sprung up thirty years ago. | noticed
u dozen or more bullet holes i'll this
oak and asked Cato why they were
the:e. His reply, that they came with
the volley by which jackson was killed
seems to be disproved by the fresh APP
p%earapce of the holes.
How can that be p [ asked. ''The
holes lock as though they were made
within the last year.
Easy huff" Cato said with a hearty
he-haw Of a laugh; "doan yo' see, sab,
dat de velley come from de NO'rf where
de rebels was? en- doan yo' see dat de
v~isters heah hab bin pickin' wild dere
pen knives at dem bUllet-holes loekin
fur relics r. Then understood: tn.
bullet marks had been kept fresh to-
nearly a score of years but such of tn.
great leaders admires as hungered &c
to bear away with them the fellow bit:
of lead of those that flew to their dead
ly work s o long ago. And this is The
place where jackson for the irst time
grew weak The silent woods are
around. The tone is as still as though
the bones OF the mai Of fame were be-
meath. Squirrels skip over it. Bucks
and does rub laziIy against it and acorns
dropping from the boughs above lose
their cups as they crack against its
thrown sides.