Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1913-05-26

The voHey, striking diagonally across
the road, emptied several saddles. Stone
| wall jackson. the aides and Wllbourne
| wheeled to the left, dug spur and woulo
| have plunged into the road. FIRE!
said the Carolinians. dashed to the lett
| of the road. and fired.
Little Sorrel, maddened, dashed into
| the wood. An oak bow struck his rider,
almost bearing him from the saddle.
With his right hand, from which the
! blood was streaming. in which bullet
| was imbedded. he caught the bride,
managed to turn the agonized brute into
| the road again. There seemed wild
| sound. "A confusion of voices. Some one
had stopped the firing. MY God. men!
You are firing into us!' In the road
were the aides. They caught the rein,
stopped the horse. Wilbourne put up his
arms. General, General, You are not
hurt? Hold there! Morrison-Leigh"'
They laid him on the ground beneath
the pines and they fired the brushwood
for a light. One rode off for DIR. Nc
CURE and another with a penknife cut
away the sleeve from the left arm,
through which had gone two bullets. "A
mounted man came at gallop and
threw himself from his horse. 1t was A.
F. Hill
General, General! You are not much
hurt?''
Eyes, l think am said Stonewalt
Jackson. "And my wounds are from my
own men,"
The aides lifted the wounded General.
NO one" said Hill. must tell the troops
who was wounded The other opened
his eyes. Tell them simply that you
have wounded officer. General Hill,
you are in command now. Press right
on,
a litter was found and brought and
Stonewall Jackson was laid upon it. The
little procession moved toward DoWoali
Tavern. A shot pierced the arm OF one
of the bearers, loosening his hold of the
litter. 1t tilted. The General fell heavily
to the ground, injuring afresh the wound
ed limb, striking and brnising the side
They raised him. pale now and SILENT
and at last they struggled through the
wood to little clearing.
On NAV Stonewal Jackson was care
fully moved from the Wilderness 10
Guiney's Station. Here was large. old
resdence-the Chandler house-within
sweep of grass and trees; about it one or
two small buildings. The great house
was filed crowded to Its doors with
wounded soldiers. so they laid Stonewail
Jackson in a rude cabin among the trees.
The left arm had been amputated in the
field hospital. He was thought to be do
ing well. At daylight on Thursday he
had his physician called. Il am suffer-
ing great PAIN he said. See what Is
the matter with me-, And presently. "ls
it penumonia?'
That afternoon his wife came. He was
aroused to speak TO her, greet her with
love, then sank into something ike
stupor There were times when he was
slightly delirious. He gave orders In
shadow of the old voice. you must hold
out a little longer. men: YOU must hold
out a little longer, Press forward-press
froward-press forward; Give them CAMS
ter, Major Pelham
Sunday, the 10th, dawned. 1t was sum
ny weather, fair and sweet. with all the
bloom of May, the bright trees waving,
the long grass ripping. waters flowing,
the sky azure, bees about the flowers,
the birds singing piercinSly sweet,
Mother Earth so beautiful. the SKY
down bending. the light of the sun so
gracious. warm and vital.
A little before noon. kneeling beside
him. his wife told Stonewall Jackson that
he would die. He smiled and laid his
hand upon her bowed head.
you are frightened. my child. Death
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