The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1913-08-21
DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON
Tragic End of Confederate Leader,
Slain by His Own Men.

silvered the Wilderness about Dow
dall's Tavern. She made pallor
around the group of staff and field
officers gathered beside the road. Her
light glinted on Stoncwall Jackson's 5
sabre and on the. worn braid of the
old forage cap.
The clamor about Chancellors-
Vile. where, in hot haste, Hooker
made dispositions, streamed east and
west, meeting and blending westward
with a like distraction of forming
commands, of battle lines made in
the darkness, among thickets. The
moon was high, but not observed. Be-
hind him Capt. Wilbourne, of the
Signal Corps, two aides and several
couriers, Jackson rode along theplank
road.
There was a regiment drawn across
this way through the wilderness, on
the road and in the woods on either
hand. In places in the Wilderness the
scrub that fearfully burned the next
day was even now afire, and gave
though uncertainty and dimly, a
certain illumination. By it the
regiment was perceived. 1t seemed
composed OF tall and shadowy men.
What troops are these?" asked the
general.
Lanes North Carolinians, sir, the
18th"
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 Chan
cellorsville he checked Little Sorrel.
The horse stood, fore feet planted.
Horse and rider they stood and lis
tened. Hooker's reserves were up.
About the Chancellor House, on the
Charlottesville Ridge, they were
throwing up intrenchments. They
were digging the earth with bayo-
nets, they were 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
floating 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
among the pines. There were with
him seven or eight persons. The
horses hoofs made trampling on
the plank road. The woods were
deep, the obscurity great. Suddenly
out of the brush rang shot, an acci-
dentally discharded rifle. Some gray
soldier among Lanes tensely await
ing ranks spoke from the core OF
fearful dream: Yankee cavalry?"
"Fire!" called an officer of the
18th North Carolina.
The volley, striking diagonally
across the road, emptied several sad
dies. Stonewall Jackson, the aides
and Wilbourne wheeled to the left,
dug spur and would have plunged
into the road. 'Fire!" said the Car
olinians, dressed to the left 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 a 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 u.s." In the road
were the aides. They caught the rein,
stopped tuO uOloS. V11UouAAC PoS
up his arms. General! General!
You are not hurt? Hold there! Nor
rison-Leigh!"
They laid him on the ground be-
meath the pines and they fired the
brushwood for light. One rode off
for DR.. Mcclure and another with
penknife cut away the sleeve from
the left arm, through which had gone
two bullets. A mounted, man came
at a gallop and threw himself from
his horse. 1t was A. P. Hill.
General, General! You are not
much hurt?"
Eyes, think I am," said Stone
wall Jackson. And my wounds are
from my own men,"
The aides lifted the wounded Cen
eral. mo one," said Hill, must tell
the troops who was wounded" The
other opened his eyes. Tell them
simply that you have wounded Of
ficer. Gen. Hill, you are in command