The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-01-02
cadet-cap, 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 a smart
fellow whose musket was the badge of
his station, and not a quaterinaster in
the crops but would have considered
Jackson's gaunt old sorrel q bad swap
for his own nag. But the bright and
piercing look of his steel-blue eyes,
when one could get a glimpse Of them
under the cap brim. the firm set of his
lips, and the impatient jerking of his
arms from time to timetold of the euger
working of the energetic soul within"
And the description is y true one to the
letter.
After the even 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 a
rabbit" Now the meaning of this was
that whenever a rabbit was started in
the bivouac of a 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 a 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, as "Old
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, and 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
were 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 o pea
cocks train. Jackson had never worn
it, but OF 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 Pickett's division, then placed
in the center of the line. Stuart mis-
c%hievcusly pointed out the gorgeous
LOOKING individual to some officer of the
divisi' and it ran down the line like
wildf "Old jacks got a new uni
form Instantly the men leaped upon
the LEeastworks. yelling wildly and
swinging their hats, until Jackson could
bear it no longer, but, turning a re-
proachtul look upon Stuart, he clapped
spurs to old sorrel and galloped off to
his w 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 Fill, 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 we're worthy of enthusiast
tic admiration and unfinching support.