The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1898-01-02
All th8 World
loves a H0rO."
RECoLLECTIoNS OF SToNEWALL JACKSON.
Contributed by Col. Worthington.

Hero worship exists forever anu every
where 1t extends from divine adora-
| ton down to the lowest regions of life.
Every created man is revelation in the
| flesh.
Manassas, the nocturne of death-man
| to man, bayonet to bayonet, cannon to
cannon, bosom to bosom-here was chal-
| lenged the asserted right of coercion
| frenzy against frenzy, patriotism, anger,
vanity, hope, despair each facing and
meeting the other like dark clashing
| whirlwinds
| Hither sped Jackson, with the swoop
| of the eagle, down the valley from
| Gordonsville to fresher carnage, to a
| bloodier banquet. Hither he came with as
| high as resolve as ever animated Peter
the Hermit to plant upon the sand dunes
of Palestine the fiery cross; whether
| right or wrong cannot now be known.
| The formula that can judge him has
not yet been discovered.
| Eleven o'clock, II o'clock and Jack
| son, with folded arms, at the head of
| his old brigade, occupies the plateau
near the Henry House. just ahead is
dark confused death wrestle. Forty
| thousand athletes against eighty thou
sand athletes. Two hundred and odd
| iron Threats perpetually belching out
/ an efnetlc or Qeatn.
| Hope within him now burns like
pillar of fire. There is a culver in the
steeled nerves, the old sun-scorched cap
is in the hand-the lips are parted, the
order is given and the Stonewall brig
| AIDE is hurled like an immense pro-
| iectile upon ranks Of human living flesh.
There, is a halt--a recoil. Cannon spit
out their fire; their hail, their death upon
! bosoms that are barred to the shock.
| Then stands Jackson, like a "Stone-
wall" Under that name he was baptized
with fire and blood at Manassas. Every
| where that sun-faded coat was the
orihamme of battle; everywhere it was
! the guerdon upon which the Stonewall
| brigade gazed and followed as if it had
been the white plume of Navarro.
This Incompatible leader never failed
in single battle from that day,
when with $500 men, he held in check
10000 men at Kernstown and covered
the retreat of the army from Centreville
to the battle of Manassas, where he cut
their communication and decoyed their
columns into the iron jaws of Long
streets reserves. Such victories were
not accidental. No manoeuvre could
mislead the clear judgment that pre-
sided serenely In that soul of fire. 1t Is
| not too much to say that the conqueror
/, of Port Republic was an oyermatch in
strategy and the technique of war for
them all. He was in favor of advancing
upon Mcclellan at Harrison's Landing,
on Burnside at Fredericksburg. He was
always in favor of advancing. See that
solemn cortege of bier and pail re-cross-
ing the Potomac, dead generals--dead
regulations, Patterson, Banks, Shields,
m
Kearney and Burnside.
''He is in the saddle now. Fall in
H Steady the whole brigade,
Hills at the ford, cut off We'll win
His way out, ball and blade,
What matter if our shoes are worn,
What matter if our feet are torn;
Quick STEP we're with him at dawn,
That's Stonewall Jackson's way.
All, maiden! watch and wait and yearn
For news of Stonewall's band;
& All, widow! read with eyes that burn,
That ring upon thy hand;
All wife! sew on, pray on, hope on,
Thy life shall not be all forlorn,
The foe had better ne'er been born
Than get in Stonewalfs way"
! On the Shenandoah, the Chickahominy,
the Rapidan, the Rappahannock, the
James, Bull Run and the Potomac, in
the highlands and the lowlands the old
brigade has acted well its part. think,
of Jackson, the old brigade, when
call to mind that gallant boy that fell at
Manassas as he was cheering On his
4 comrades, his life-blood dyed In rich
carmine, a miniature in his bosom, the
/ likeness of his mother, There are graves
of heroic souls On the weird plains of
Manassas, under the shadow of the
Blue Ridge, and the marshes of the
| Chickahominy, wherever it fought and
I bled, Virginia received into her bosom
4 and buried near the ashes of Monroe,
| in Hollywood, one who fought his way
to renown through q fringe Of fire.
The brave admiral who fought the
Merrimac stood at the bier, ashes to
ashes, earth to earth.
1t was the grave of General Chas.
Winder, the heroic commander of the
Stonewall brigade.
Ito be continued)