The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-10-22

cool, wasn't 1t just like him? This
magnetism Is also felt By the fray
inents of the gallant South Caro-
lInian's brigade as he again rides
among them. and with removed zeal
cries out, There is Jackson. standing
like stone wall. Rally behind tho
Virginiaus, Let us determine to die
herc and we Will conquer. Follow nc"
Heaven help us. General Bee Is fall
g--dying-baptizinS with his hearts
blood 'Stonewall Jackson and tho
which Will go down through all the
ages"
Uncle Joe's eyes danced and his
voice rose to high key as nc CON
tlnued enthusiastically. Boys. with
these words still ringing IN his ears
'Stonewall' Jackson sweeps the Stone
wall Brigade on to victory by this
same magnetic power-thc combined
thunders OF Ricketts's and GriGins
batteries cannot make him waycr from
his purpose. Alas, Bee, Barlow and
many other gallant men whom we lovo
will never know OF this victory. but
we know that they helped 20 win 1T.
Now the guns are parting in front of
the crouching infantry. some going to
the right ana some 10 the LETT. in ord CIR
TO tako ND their position in the rear
Watch that man who Is riding up to
those crouching rgures; note we'll the
way he sits his horse. the old cap
pulled over burning eyes. the
old uniform SO carelessly worn. the
cool demeanor. although hemmed In
on the right BY the shattered forces
Of friends and on the left by the foes
most formidable batteries. That is
'Stonewalr Jackson. and no might as
we'll be on dress parade for all the
fear he displays.
Watch him through the smoke and
glare OF battle. hear his voice ring in
command. even above the roar of can
non and the inccssant crack OF rife.
the triumphant shouts OF victors and
; the despairing means Of vanquished.
Reserve your fire until they come
within nifty yards. then irc and give
the bayonct: and. when you charge.
yell like furies, Boys, do you hear
that 'robcl yell with which this COM
mand Is welcomed? ?"
Yes. yes; we hear IT. Go on! from
the eager crowd of listeners.
That is the capitalization OF all
the pent up revenge for hours of mac
ton. all the hatred for the decorators
of Southern soil, all the confidence
felt by these men in their beloved
leader. Sec them spring forward--
| these bloodhounds of war-and pour
in a deadly volley OF lead, watch them
charge upon tho overconident foe with
fixed bayonets and a firm determine
tion 20 conquer or die. Do you see
| Hampton over yonder-Hampton and
the Eighth Virginians? Yook to the
| extreme left That plume SO proudly
waving in tho air Is Just above
Stuarts head"
The old man paused and the crowd
urged, 60 on. go on. Uncle joe" But
Uncle Joe shook his head. There Ia
nothing around mo now but bloodshed
and death, groans and cries OF an
guish, shrickins cannon and cracking
| muskets smoke. iirc-the turmoil OF
desperate battle We conquered at
last boys. Tor 'Stonewall' held the en-
envy at bay for nearly four hours in
fact. until the other generals could
rally their forces and then together
they made clean sweep of the field.
n complete victory 1T Manassas"
AS Uncle Joe completed his narra-
tive he looked around him and his
face Redeemed with confusion. Have
been talking before all these peo-
pie7"
yes indeed, Uncle Toe" said a pref
| ty daughter of tho Confeieracy. TAX
ing him by the arm and marching him
away; and you have entertained us
we'll, but 1 know you must be hungry
so have come to carry you away for
dinner. DON'T you smell ch!cken?"
81 do lie admitted as he followed
his guide with alacrity.