National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1884-09-27

recognize Jackson in persona. His photo
graphs do not give an adequate idea of
the man. They do not mark him apart
rs leader of men, and show that inhe-
rent fitness for high participation in tho
events of that epoch which the chances Of
war had brought to light. Says one of his
men: ut would havo been easy to have
mistaken him for the courier Of one of his
brigadiers for all external tokens to the
contrary; his single-breasted coat of rusty
gray, sun scorched about the shoulders,
until 1t was almost yellow, and his
plain cadet cap of the same hue
tilted forward until tho visor
rested almost upon his nose, were
meaner in appearance than the makeup
Of many smart fellow whose musket was
the badge of his station, and not quar-
termastor in the corps but would have
considered Jackson's gauut old sorrel a
bad swap for his own nag. But the bright
and piercing look Of his stoel-blue eyes,
when one could catch glimpse Of them
under the cap-brim, the firm set Of his
lips, and the inpatient jerking of his
arms from time to time, told of tho eager
working of tho energetic soul within"
And tho description isa true one to the
letter.
After the sovou Days battle. when
ever there was great cheering on any part
Of the line IL used TO be said by the lis
teners, "lt's either jackson or q rabbit"
Nowpthe meaning Of this was that whom
ever rabbit was started in the bivouac Of
brigade, tho entire complement of Off
GERS and men would turn out to pursue
bunny. and by heading him of here and
turning him there, poor bunny who, in
tho end would become bewildered by tho
disbolical yells and cheers which met
him at every turn, was generally cap
tured. Now Gen. Jackson Stunned, II
he could, tho demonstrations which
greeted him whenever he passed camp
of eithor his own corps or Of Longstreot's.
The men would gather on tho roadside
waving their hats and yelling like de-
mons, the yolls being taken up from
camp to camp as "Old Jack" went skirry-
ing along on his old sorrel as fast as he
could lay feet to the ground. There was
spice of mischievousness In this, for
soldiers are like school boys, and they
knew how badly Jackson hated notoriety,
but their admiration and enthusiasm for
him was such that they would have
charged the very gates Of Hades at his
bidding. Never were tears more gem
timely sorrowful shed than those that
fell from the Dyes of his army on jack
sons bier.
recollect that just before the battle OF
Fredericksburg (Burnside's) Gen. j. L: d.
Stuart presented Jackson with n brand
new uniform, covered with gold lace and
stars, and as gaudy as peacock's train.
jackson had never worn IL, but on the
morning of the grand assault Stuart had
persuaded him to put it on. Accompa-
MED by Stuart and some of his staff he
rode slowly in front of the confederate
lines from right to left, but he was moi
recognized until he reached Pickett's di-
vision, then placed in the center of the
line. Stuart mischievously pointed oui
the gorgeous-looking individual to som,
officer OF the division, and 1t ran down
the line like wildfire "Old Jacks got 6
new uniform" Instantly the men leaped
upon the breastworks yelling wildly and
swinging their hats until Jackson could
bear it no longer, but, turning o TO
proachful look upon Stuart, he clapped
spurs to old sorrel and galloped off to his
own command. Suffice it to say, he
pulled his new duds OFF as soon as he had
an opportunity.
Now who can explain the philosophy o.
it. Neither Johnston, nor Beauregard
nor Longstreet, nor Hill, nor Early. mol
even Jeb Stuart were ever looked upor
by the army in the same light as Loo and
jackson? And yet all these officers were
worthy of enthusiastic admiration and
untlinching support. 1t is one of the
mysteries that make us believe that &C
tions and events arc largely beyond the
ken Of the pure reasoning faculties.
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