The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-03-28

and canister. Our boys we're nwially /
torn mp ou che last days fight by The /
shot and she'll from the gunboats. Tho /
next morning after the Eight / walked /
over the field, and there was hardly a
man 60 Boz found among the
dead Legs aud arms and hands and
feet were seen scattered in 80 kinds of
muiilaied shapes aud fragments.
saw one hUadleas soldier sitting up
right, his back against tree, his rifle
oluiched IN rigid fingers, the muzzle
on the ground, ~ad not sign OF
head on his shoulders. A shell had
torn Il away and left a clean cut, and
the blood from his neck veins and ar
teries was still oozing down on his
clothes. / believe that the battle OF
Malvern Hill was the worst on our
boys Of any that occurred during the
war. Il was a pity that We fought il,
Tor Mcclellan was already badly
whipped, and we couldn't do any
more"
''It was not long after that " said
another, "whon saw the most sick
ening sight that my eyes witnessed
during the war. You remember that
Joe Johnston was wounded at the bat.
tie Of Seven Pines OF at Fair Oaks, az
the yankees called it. Well, the dead
we're buried very hastily, and in shall
lower trenches than / ever saw. IL
had been raining for some time and
the water rose in the trenches before
We could get them two feet deep and
We hau TO tumble the boys in anyhow.
About month after that our wagon
trains had TO cross that field, not in
one road, but in a dozen, and every
where VIC crossed those trenches the
pressure of the wheels would force up
a leg or an arm OF a head, and you
could see scores of them sticking out
after-Ee had passed. 1t was an awful
sight"
"Well, l don't know what was the
most impressive thing" said another.
''The scene in field hospital after a
battle was about as bad as anything. l
shall never forget the night scene I'M
der the willows after the first battle of
Eaaassas, when DIR. Miller was in
charge and worked on the wounded
boys all night long 1t was close by a
little branch and reminded me more
of hog killing at home about Christ
mas times than anything else. l watch
ed him cut off arms and legs and probe
for balls until l was sick and had to
turn away, and every time he got
through with one man he would look
around for another and say Next
Just like a barber. What was wonder
full to me was the courage with which
those wounded boys endured the pain
of the knife and saw. There was no
ether or other anesthetic used, but they
never uttered a groan."
The most pleasant memory have
of the war is of seeing Stonewall Jack
son asleep. never saw him awake.
On the morning of the sixth days fight
before Richmond left that city about
daylight with some official document
that had to be delivered to General
Lee without delay. 1 rode hard for
twelve miles to his camp, near Meadow
bridge He and his staff we're at
breakfast under cover of large
square tent. The adiutant left the ia
BILE and came to me before l had time
to dismount. AS he read the papers 1
saw a man lying down on the straw in
the tent and one end of the breakfast
camp table was over his head and
shoulders,
He was lying ON his left side, his
right hand was on his sword and his
uniform was faded and soilod. A
slouched hat was over his face and ev-
identity he was asleep, while General
Lee and his staff were hastily taking
their morning meal.
My curiosity was greatly excited
and said to the adiutant; "Who is
that man?"
"Stonewall Jackson" he replied.
che came in about daylight and pref
ty soon tumbled down and fell asleep.
He is very much exhausted and Gene
raj Lee would not let him be disturbed
and had the table set over him. Won't
you alight?" said no, and thanked
him. AS 1 rode away looked back
at the picture. would give anything
for a photograph or a sketch of that
scene It was the only time 1 ever
saw the blue light elder whose name
and deeds are known all over the
world. No wonder the poet, Palmer,
was inspired to write of him at the
battle of Antietam:
1--WE see him now-the queer Slouched hat
cooked O'sr his eye askew-
The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, SO
calm, so blunt, so true,
The blue light elder knows 'em we'll;
Says he, "That's Banksl he's fond Of she'll
Lord save his soul-we'll give him'-weil,
That's Stonewall Jackson's way.