The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-04-12
STORIES OF THE WAR.
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dents occurred, often getting people
into embarrassing situations. But the
general never allowed them to suffe,
by such.
Here is a story that was much en-.
joyed by those who heard an old vet
tell it.!
jackson was making one of those
lightning changes of base in the valley
OF Virginia, and with few members
OF his staff was riding rapidly from
one wing of his army to the other.
de was following course more than
roads, and, ii cut across plantations
saved time and distance, then he would
take the nigh cut"
lie was riding rapidly along road
until ne cane 10 large plantation,
when he halted, ordered the fence
thrown down and dashed down tie
corn rows, the little cavalcade leaving
wake of devastation through the so
acre field of promising corn.
Just as they were emerging from
the other side Jackson and his men
were met by an old Virginia farmer
whose face was flushed, and he was
wildly gesticulating with his hat as he
poured out torrents Of abuse upon the
intruders for running his field of
"brag' corn.
Finally, for lack of breath, which
ne had been using too freely, consid-
ering his immense $50 pound frame,
he paused, and the general said:
Il regret, sir, the necessity that
led me to ride across your field,
{. war demands that we make sacri-
fees. [ am General Jackson, and
must get to the other wing Of my army
at any cost
There was mingled look of chagrin
and admiration, of embarrassment and
delight upon the old farmer features.
For, besides being, in the old fellow s
reputation, the greatest of generals,
living or dead, was Jackson not a
Presbyterian? OF his own faith and
order?
"Oh! general, I didn't know you.
Ride back, general all over my
field. God bless general, take
all I've got, and welcome" And
amid the quiet laughter of his escort
and the profusc eulogium the old fell
low began, old Stoncwall rode away.
"REMINISCENCES OF WHEELER.
At Shelbyville, Tennessee, in 1868,
Whceler's cavalry got the worst of the
fight 1t was general mix-up, and
the clash Of sabres and clash Of revol-
vers made it mighty interesting"
for time. Some of the boys rode
out with skinned heads and some
did't ride out at all. Some were killed
and some were captured.
Our big scout, jolly Cass Sims. was
killed, but not till heavy sabre and
almost a giant arm had made mourn
ing for the mother Of more than one
Of his bluecoated assailants: and Joe
Criswell, who boasted that he rode the
fastest nag in the regiment, was cor
raled along with others, and was forced
to take trip North for his health.
Here it was that General Wheeler
made the famous leap off g bluff into
the river, which some of our illustra-
ted papers have recently had ii picture
Of. The leap, of course, constituted
the daring feat, but the difficult one,
as l remember it, was forcing his
horse to Chamber up the almost per-
pendicular bank on the further side.
Here it was that General Martin,
our division commander, killed Fed
eral soldier with revolver and thereby
saved himself from being killed or
captured; and near here our Colonel
Webb, Of the Fifty first Alabama, was
mortally wounded.
Company Of the Fifty first Ala
Dama, was composed OF hard lot.
They were impatient at any restraint
or discipline, and their own officers
could do little or nothing with them.
Their captain resigned in disgust and
went to the Virginia army. When a
detail was called for from Company X
they sent it or didn't, as happened to
suit them, but when fight was on X
turned out in full force. They started
out with "a men, and at the final
roundup only four answered to their
names. Colonel Morgan afterwards
general. and now United States Sena-
toD gave them up as bad job, but
when Colonel Webb succeeded to the
command of the regiment, he endeav-
ored to bring some order out Of the