The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1898-01-11

fellow with the fine coat and cap? No.
sir, that wasn't "Old Jack
If sound Of distant cheering broke
upon the ear soldier would say: There
goEs "Old Jack or a rabbit" You might
have seen a crowd Of ragged soldiers
upon the road cheering, and the object
Of this excitement would soon appear.
An officer Of high rank in an old faded
coat-Wlth his cap in his hand-his chin
aloft: his eyes half closed. who passed
at full gallop with his staff strung along
behind him. Brigade aser brigade would
echo the cheer, until Jackson had re
tired from view
At Chantilly the enemy were adyanc-
ing their cavalry. and the battle seemed
about to commence. Jackson was lying
against q tree and with chin depressed.
and hands folded meek!y upon his bosom
was fast asleep. Did he fall asleep that
day at ChantiIly murmering a prayer:
l know not. If he prayed for victory his
prayer was answered, for at night the
enemy were flying from Fairfax, and
the second tragedy Of Manassas was
concluded.
The campaign Of Jackson in the val
ley recall. that terrible invasion that
y
poleon Bonaparte, the imperial master of
destiny.
Sometimes the winds from the bleak
crests OF the mountains would drive into
Their faces notonly the falling snow, but
that which it raised in furious eddies
from the oyerhaDging slopes The
Tr0stS would pene, rate their scant cloth
ing and ragged shoes; the covering Of
ice would chill their bodies and stiffen
their limbs; violent gusts would stop
their breatA. CT seize upon it as it was
exhaled from their lips, and transform
1t INTO icicles, which would hang from
their boards. The horizon seemed one
vast winding sheet in which nature was
enveloping the StonewalI Brigade. The
muskets which they bore were almost
insupportable to their benumbed limbs
On this universal coveriid of snow, they
knew not whore to stop. where to lie, or
where to find a few dry sticks to Light
their fires; but neither frost nor lee
neither hunger or nakedness could de-
ter them from their duty. They kept
up their spirits by amusing anecdotes Of
Old Stonewau and repea ting the names
OF the victories they he'd won. These
hardships and perls were a few of the
results Of the dissolution Of the league
With hen;" the abrogation Of the Coy
enant. with death
No man was ever freer from jealousy
or vain glory. 1t mattered little If his
Iaufels We're less fra grant than an0tler's 5.
This was the truUh-the glory Of bis
character and temperament. His love
his trust in General Lee were unbound
ed: i viii so where they send me-
vii serve under aggShody if ordered, but
Lee | would fSSSw blindfold The
nf OIL ;,,b4 4,
the title of his life.
1T is the Cause, my soul"
| cannot further pursue the narrative
nov. cannot write particularly of
that story life, that was in accord with
every fiery element Of war at Wnches-
ter, Malvern Hill, Fredericksburg and
Cnancelorsville
The shadows We're falling thick and
fast upon the bleeding bosom of our dear
Southland. The portent Of death was
overcasting army and people with its
black wings. Their faeping sounded
above the scream OF rife and the boom
Of cannon.
a platoon Of Confederate soldiers had
charged their guns with powder and
ball that was to destroy our tower OF
defense. Our grasp upon victory was
all relaxed. The dim gigantic half
ion OF the Apocalypse.
He was carried from the field. all |
torn and bleeding, to die before |
the final victory was inscribed upon his |
tattered flag, and the Anaconda again |
turned its many scales to the sun.
tehuel- missive was transmitted |
from our glorious Cpnmander-in-C Chief |
who was still struggling IL the trenches
For the Good OF the Country, l coufu !
wish to have been disable in you
stead but it was not to be-
One was spared to see the "stars il
their course, fighting against his peo
pie, spared to see the huge Anaconda
tighten its coils around every sanctuary
every hearthstone Spared to see the
sat tes Of Arlington barred against its
Naster-its broad acres heaped into
mounds, wnere lie in eternal sleep the
nen who 'wore the blue" The Othe
that Earth was the training
'com for the real life. which awaits US
when the last lesson is learned, and tn
school bell rings for recital felt in hi |
lying hour the presence OF God all en-
CONTRASTING, all enveloping, all peryasiye
ike the balmy atmosphere Of spring
Ind laid him down to sleep with the
nurInured desire Of the wearied soul.
Let Us cross over the river and rest
lnder lle shade OF the trees
HOPD FOR IT!