The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-06-03

point where the Germanna plank road
obliquely enters the Orange road.
Leading the main column of his force
farther on the Block road to the old
turnpike, the head of the column turn.
ed sharply eastward and toward Chan
cellorsville
About a mile had been passed, when
Jackson halted and began the disposi.
ton of his forces to attack Howard
Rodes' division, at the head of the col
umn, was thrown into line of battle,
with Colston's forming the second line
and A. P. Hills the third, while the
artillery, under Col Startleton Crutch.
field, moved in column on the road
or was parked in a field on the right.
The we'll trained skirmishers of
Rodes' division, under Major Eugene
Blackford, were thrown to the front.
1t must have been between and
o'clock in the evening, Saturday, May
2, when these dispositions were com.
pleted. Upon his stout-built, long.
paced little sorrel, General Jackson
sat, with visor low over his eyes and
lips compressed, and with his watch
in his hand. Upon his right sat Gen.
eral Robert E. Rodes, the very picture
of a soldier, and every inch all that he
appeared. Upon the right of Rodes
sat Major Blackford.
Are you ready, General Rodes,"
said Jackson.
Eyes, sir*" said Rodes, impatient for
the advance.
You can go forward them" said
Jackson.
A nod from Rodes was order enough
for Blackford, and then suddenly the
woods rang with the bugle call, and
back came the responses from bugles
on the right and left, and the long line
of skirmishers, through the wild thick
ct of underground, sprang eagerly to
their work, followed promptly by the
quick steps of the line of battle. For
a moment all the troops seemed bur.
led in the depths of the gloomy forest
and then suddenly the echoes walked
and swept the country for miles
never failing until heard at the head
quarters of Hooker at Charlottesville
the wild rebel yell" of the long
Confederate lines.
Never was assault delivered with
grander enthusiasm. "Old Jack" was
there upon the road in their midst;
there could be no mistake and no
failure.
Alas! for Howard and his uniformed
lines, and his brigades with guns
stacked and officers at dinner or
asleep under the trees, and butchers
deep in the blood of beeves. Scat
tered through field and forest, his men
were preparing their evening meal. A
little show of earthwork facing the
south was quickly taken by us in re-
verse from the west Flying battal-
ions are not flying buttresses for an
armys stability.
Across Talleys fields the rout be-
gins Over at Hawkins Hill, on the
north of the road, Carl Schurz makes
a stand, soon to be driven into the
same hopeless panic. BY the quiet
Wilderness Church in the vale, 1eav-
ing wounded and dead everywhere, by
Melzi Chancellor's, on into the deep
thicket again, the Confederate lines
pressed forward-now broken and all
disaligned by the density of bush that
tears the clothes away; now hating to
load and deliver a volley upon some
regiment or fragment of the enemy
that will not move as fast as others
Thus the attack upon Hooker's flank
was a grand success, beyond the most
sanguine expectation.
The writer of this narrative, an
aid-de-camp of Jackson's, was ordered
to remain at the point where the ad.
vance began, to be a center of com.
munication between the general and
the cavalry on the TANKS, and to de-
llNGI OIuSlS W u6IdCul06uLS OF drJll-
lery still moving up from the rear A
fine black charger, with elegant trap.
pings, deserted by his owner and
found tied to a tree, became mine only
for that short and eventful nightfall;
and about p, m. in the twilight, thus
comfortably mounted, l gathered my
couriers about me and went forward
to find General Jackson.
The storm of battle had swept far
on to east and become more and more
faint to the ear, until silence came
with fight over the fields and woods
AS l rode along that old turnpike
passing scattered fragments of Con.
federates looking for their regiments
parties of prisoners concentrating
upon guards, wounded men by the
roadside and under the trees at Tai.