The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1898-01-09
'HIl th8 World
LOVES a H0rO.'
RECOLLECTI0NS OF ST0NEWALL JACKSON.
Contributed by Col. Worthingtou.
Continued from last Sunday.)

their faces notonly the falling snow, but
that which it raised in furious eddies
! from the over-hanging slopes. The
frosts would penetrate their scant cloth
! ing and ragged shoes; the covering of
ice would chill their bodies and stiffen
their limbs; violent gusts would stop
their breath, or seize upon it as it was
exhaled from their lips, and transform
, it into icicles, which would hang from
( their boards. The horizon seemed one
vast winding sheet, in which nature was
enveloping the Stonewall Brigade. The
muskets which they bore were almost
| insupportable to their benumbed limbs.
! On This universal coverlid of snow, they
knew not where to stop, where to lie, or
! where to find few dry sticks to light
| their fires; but neither frost nor ice;
neither hunger or nakedness could de-
ter them from their duty. They kept
up their spirits by amusing anecdotes OF
Old Stonewall, and repeating the names
of the victories they had won. These
hardsh;ps and perils were a few of the
results of the dissolution of the league
with hell" the abrogation of the coy
enant with death.
No man was ever freer from jealousy
or vain glory. 1t mattered little if his
laurels were less fragrant than another's.
This was the truth-the glory of his
character and temperament. His love
his trust in General Lee were unbound
ed: Il viii go where they send me. |
will serve under anybody if ordered, but
Lee | would follow blindfold. The
words of others might be written upon
the title of his life.
at is the Cause, my soul"
/ cannot further pursue the narrative
now | cannot write particularly of
that story life, that was in accord with
every fiery element of war at Winches-
ter, Malvern Hill, Fredericksburg and
Charlottesville.
The shadows were falling thick and
fast upon the bleeding bosom of our dear
Southland. The portent of death was
oyercasting army and people with its
black wings. Their tapping sounded
above the scream of rifle and the boom
Of cannon.
A platoon of Confederate soldiers had
charged their guns with powder and
ball that was to destroy our tower OIL
defense. Our grasp upon victory was
all relaxed. The dim gigantic half
CHASTITY spectres almost recalled the Wis
ion of the Apocalypse.
lie was carried from the held, all
mangled, 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.
A tender missive was transmitted
from our glorious Commander-in-C Chief,
who was still struggling in the trenches
For the Good of the Country, I could
wish to have been disabled In your
stead" but it was not to be.
One was spared to see the "stars in
their course, fighting against bis peo-
pie, spared to see the huge Anaconda
tighten its coils around every sapctuary;I
every hearthstone. Spared to ysee the
gates Of Arlington barred against its
Master-its broad acres hea?1ed into
mounds, where lie in eternal sleep the
men who wore the blue" The other
realizing that Earth was the training
room for the real life, which awaits us
when the last lesson is learned, and the
school bell rings for recital felt in his
dying hour the presence of God all en-
comprising, all enyeloping all pervasive,
like the balmy atmosphere Of spring,
and laid him down to sleep with the
murmured desire of the wearied soul.
LET us cross over the river and rest
under the shade of the trees"