The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1913-08-15
STONEWALL JACKSON
Tragic End of Confederate Leader,
Slain by His Own Men.
(From the Long Roll.(

(From the Long Roll.)
The moon was coming up. She sill
vered the Wilderness about Dowalps
Tavern. She made pallor around the
group of staff and field officers gath
cred beside the road. Her light CLINT
ed on Stonewall Jackson's sabre and
on the worn braid of the forage cap.
The clamor about Charlottesville,
where, in not haste, Hooker made
dispositions, streamed east and west,
meeting and blending with westward
a like distraction of forming COM
mands, of battle lines made in the
darkness, among thickets. The moon
was high, but not observed. Behind
him Capt. Wilbourne, of the Signal
Corps, two aides and several couriers,
Jackson rode along the plank road.
There was regiment drawn
across this way through the Wilder
ness, on the road and in the woods
on either hand. In place in the Wild
erness the scrub that fearfully burn
ed the next day and the next was
even now afire, and gave though un-
certainly and dimly, certain illum-
ination. BY it the regiment was per-
ceived. 1t seemed composed of tall
and shadowy men. "What troops are
these?" asked the general.
"Lane's North Carolinians, sir, the
18TH" r - r.; 49, ls,s.sa',.. 81 .
AS he passed the regiment started
to cheer. He shook his head.
Don't, men We want quiet now."
A very few hundred yards from
Charlottesville he checked Little
Sorrel. The horse stood, fore feet
planted. Horse and rider they stood
and listened. Hooker's reserves were
up. About the Chancellor House, on
the Charlottesville Ridge, they were
throwing up intrenchments. They
were digging the earth with bayonets
and heaping it up with their. hands.
Turning Little Sorrel, he rode back
along the plank road toward his own
lines. The light of the burning brush
had sunken. The cannon smoke float
ing in the air, the very thick woods,
made all things obscure.
Stonewall Jackson came toward
the Carolinians. He rode quickly
past the dark shell of house sunken
amonk the pines. There were with
him seven or eight persons. The
horses hoofs made trampling on
the plank road. The woods wexa|
deep, the obscurity great. Sudd
out of the brush rang a shot, q
cidentalIy discharged rife.
gray soldier among Lanes
awaiting ranks, spoke from
Eof-sbfearful dreaa6.4
try1" N 80
"Fire-" called an officer Of the 18th
North Carolina.
The volley striking diagonally
across the. road, emptied several sad-
dies. Stonewall Jackson, the aids
and Wilbourne wheeled to the left,
dug spur and would have plunged in
to the road. "Fire" said the Caro-
linians, dressed to the left of the
road, and fired.
Little Sorrel, maddened, dashed in
to the wood. An oak bow struck his
rider, almost bearing him from the
saddle With his right, from which
bullet was imbedded, he caught the
bride, managed to turn the agonized
brute mo the road again. There
seemed a wild sound, 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 be-
meath the pines and they fired the
brushwOod for light. One rode of
for DR.. Mcclure 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. P. Hill.
General, General! You are not
much hurt?"
eyes, l think I am," said Stonewall
Jackson. "And my wounds are from
my Own men,