Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-07-30

in their front. If they had pushed on
they would have crushed Beauregard.
No doubt of it.. Evans, with q handful
o. men held them for an hour and o
ialf, and when he was forced back,
hc rctreated to his plateau, where the
tiercest fighting was done. The Con-
fcderates ran past this house towards
Gen. Jackson, who had Just posted his
brigade at that ridge few hundred
yards to the northeast Of the house
Jackson's men were lying fiat on the
ground, but Jackson was on his horse.
He sat there as still and" stcadfast as
this monument. Now and then he
waved his hand to ismen, among whose
shells were falling and around whose
heads bullets were flying like bees in
harvest time. A soldicrof that brigade
was here few years ago, and told me
that he thought it too hot to stay. He
was slipping back, when Jackson seeing
him, raised his hand, The fellcw drop
ycd back to his place"
WHERE JACKSON BECAME "sTONEwALL."
AS he talked Mr. Henry led his visitor
beyond the lawn into field where grew
long grass, daisies, dandelions, dock
weeds, blue thistle and thickly matted
blackberry briars Slightly in advance
and at the further end of the field was q
line Of young pines which have sprung
up since the battle, making tie field
narrower now than it was then. Beyond
this growth Of small pines stretches
wide belt of oak timber, then standing.
Eating blackberries as we walked on,
we came toa slight ridge near the woods.
1t needed no one to explain that this
was where Jackson stood "like % stone
wall" From this spot, where his horses
hoots made their memorable mark, !
could trace by the red road-bed leading
to Sudley Springs, one line of Federal
approach, and Immediately below, in
the little valley Of Young's Branch, |
/ could see the Warrenton Pike that
brought Union help from Stonebridge
across Bull Run. Far away in beautiful
undulations roll pleasant fields and
sternly in the background still grow the
very oaks that once were bruised and
shattered in the shock of battle.
Battlefield FANCIES.
Standing where Jackson stood, 1t Is
easy to repeople this beautiful crest,
and with slight effort fancy fills in the
picture. Painting after q. hot run of
u mile and half, Bees men and Bar
toms huddle panic-stricken at the edge
of the woods. The rebels are routed.
The hard worked men of the North,
driving constantly forward, cross War
rcnton road, push up the hills and reach
the plateau. Their batteries sweep the
crest and send death-dealing bolts, hiss
ing hot, into the woods. Bee is in sore
extremity. His face is streaked with
the smut ofpowder. His eyes are wild.
His sword is in constant motion above
his head. His voice is husky, for shouts
Of command long since gave place to
whispers ofentreaty. Over the field he
comes in search ofhs badly smitten run
Always.
General" he exclaimed reaching
Jackson, 'they are beating US back"
"Sir," replies Jackson, we will give
them the bayonet." Again Bees sword
waves encouragement to his troops, in
rain of bullets he runs forward, saying
to some who arc with him:
"Tbereis Jackson standing like stone
wall ~ Instantly thereafter Bee smi tes
his breast, and, stumbling, falls back
ward upon a clump Of briars. TO and
fro across his body fly the bits. Of lead,
regiment meet regiment in the fierce
charge and the thick of the fight is on.
A dozen rocks in the midst Of a tangle
of pine bush, mark the spot where Bee
died, and few steps distant similar
mound designates the place Of Barton's
fall. One conviction forces itself upon
the visitor who walks from point to
point in this feld-that the people never
have done justice to the heroism of the
Union soldiers who through no fault of
their own lost the battle here.
"May | ask what has become of the
hall in your house p said General Sher-
man to Mr.. Henry.
"The house had to be rebuilt" was
the reply, "and it was rcnodeled."
81 thought So" said Sherman with a
grim smile. 81 was in that hall, but it
got too hot for me-"
It's not very pleasant for the gentle
man who, with an aged sister, made