Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-12-26
of the same hue, tilted

cadet-cap, of the same hue, tilted
forward until the visor rested almost
upon his nose, were meaner in appear.
ance than the makeup Of many % smart
fellow whose musket was the badge of
his station, and not o quatermaster in
the crops but would have considered
Jackson's gaunt old ssorrel q bad swap
for his own nag. But the bright and
piercing look of his steel blue eyes,
when one could get glimpse of them
under the cap brirn. the firm set of his
lips, and the impatient jerking Of his
arms from time to time told OF the eager
working Of the energetic soul within. n
And the description is d true one to the
letter. ~ - =
After the seven days battle, when
ever there was great cheering on any
part of the line, it used to be said by
the listeners: "It either Jackson or q
rabbit" Now the meaning of this was
that whenever rabbit was started ii,
the bivouac of brigade the entire com
plement of officers and men would turn
out to pursue bunny, and by heading
him off here and turning him there poor
bunny, who in The end would become
bewildered by the diabolical yells and
cheers that met him at every turn, was
generally captured. Now Gen. jack
son Stunned, if he could, the demon
stration which greeted him whenever
he passed q camp of his own crops or of
Longstreet's. The men would gather
on the roadside, waving their hats and
yelling like demons, the yells being
taken up from camp to camp, rs cold
Jack" went skurrying along on his old
sorrel as fast as he could lay
his feet to the ground. There WAS a
spice of mischievousness in this,
for soldiers are like school
boys, md they knew how badly Jack
son hated .notoriety, but their admira-
ton and enthusiasm for him were such
that they would have charged the very
gates of Hades at his bidding. Never
We're more genuinely sorrowful tears
!: shed than those that fell from the eyes
of his army on Jackson's bier.
I recollect that just before the battle
Of fredericksburg (Burnside's) Gen. J..
E. B. Stuart presented Jackson with a
brand new uniform covered with gold
lace and stars, and as gaudy as pea
cocks train. jackson had never worn
it, but on the morning Of the grand as
sault Stuart had persuaded him to put
it on. Accompanied by Stuart and
some of his staff, he rode slowly in front
Of the Confederate lines, from right to
left, but he was not recognized until he
reached Piokett's division, then placed
in the center of the line. Stuart mis-
chievously pointed out the gorgeous
looking individual to some officer Of the
division, and it ran down the line like
wildfire. "Old Jacks got new uni
form!" Instantly the men leaped upon
the breastworks, yelling wildly and
swinging their hats, until Jackson could
bear it no longer, but, turning re-
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
of it? Neither Johnston, nor Beaure-
gard, nor Longstreet, nor Hill, nor
EARLY, nor even Jeb Stuart, were ever
looked upon by the army in the same
light as Lee and jackson. And yet all
these officers were worthy of enthusiast
tic admiration and unfinching support.