Year: 1877

the mouse, he was wondering at what min,


nc should strike to disable his victim soon
est.


trim minded and sour-tcmpered was the
third man of us, and wars horrors DELIGHTED
him. When he had taken his second look
at the little party sitting on their horses on,
the open road, wicked smile crossed his
face, and he whispered


"By the hundred gods of the heather
butthat chap on the left there is old Stone.
wall Jackson, and Pm going to drop him !''
Oia fete, our sour-tempered, companion,
mad hrst- class Minnie rife with him. He
mad carried 1T for several months, in some
way escaping the attention of the inspector
ana In some way always secured ammunition
Tor 1t. saw him in at least half dozen in.
stances shoot down videttes or skirmishers
who seemed to be half a mile away. and he
was known throughout the regiment as a
dead-shot.


There was considerable firing around us
from toragers, stragglcrs, and men cleaning
their guns, and shot from the window
might not attract particular attention.
Resting the heavy gun across the window
sill, and having as steady rest as hunte, ever
asked for, "Old Pete" was ready to Keen
his word
III SEEMED LIKE CoLD-BLooDED AssAssI-


NATION.


could almost count the buttons on Jack.
sons coat, and there seemed no escape for
nm. L was watching him when the riff,
cracked. He had Il field glass to his eve,
and the only movement we could sec was n
quick motion of the head, as if the bullet
had cut close to his car The glass was moi
even lowered. "Old Pete" swore a terrible
long string of oaths as he realized his fail.
ure put IN minute WAS r. adyy again aagan. -


hope to never draw another breath if
don't kill him stone.dead!" he muttered
as he knclt down. Jackson did not face us
as before, yet was good mark, even for
musket We watched him as before, and
this time the bullet must have swept past
his face, as he lodged his head backwards.
The glass was down then but he raised it
in an instant and went on with his survey.


"Have I got to be fool or have grown
blind! howled "Old Pete" as he looked
down upon his unharmed victim. ''f1r Kill
him this time or shoot myself in this cham.
Der.


1t was dangerous to remain there longer,
as the cavalry had crcpt nearer, and Jack
sons aids seemed to have got the idea that
q sharpshooter was posted near by. Yet
'Old Pete would have had third shot if
the Confedcratcs had been in the house.


THE TARGET WAS AS FAIR AS BEFORE
He took a more careful aim, and yet when
he fired we saw splinters fly from rail way
over beyond the General. The cavalry
were then close upon us, and our two mus
kets were lost in the hurried fight from the
house,. Half an'hour after that jackson
was driving our brigades and divisions as
he willed.


"Ill measure off the same distance, off
hand and bet my life that can hit a SOL
dier's cap nine timcs out of ten !" growled
sold Pete" as he hurried forward, and,
overcome by indignation and cha
grin, he battered his cherished gun againt
a tree and destroyed it. AS if seeking per-
sonal revenge, Jackson's legions passed
right by US. The nearest brigade of Sigais
corps was picked up and dashed to pieces
as strong man would lift and hurl child
Running along with the u mqzed and fright
ened men, but bearing off towards our own
division, we picked up other muskots to re-
place our lost o"es. Reaching knoll from
which we had another view of the turnpike,
we halted for last look over the heads of
the frightened, fleeing. soldiers--oyer the
ground strewn with, arws and accoutrements
lover the blds smoke just beginning to
rise


WE SAW JACKSON AGAIN.


He was far away, but it was jackson.


"Curse him but ho has got guardian
angel" howled "Ol1 Pete," as he shook his
fist toward the turnpike.


No other man ever yet had rife drawn
on him at such range and escape three
cool, carefully-aimed bullets. His escape
sent a thrill of superstition through each
mind, and from that hour to the moment
when the news reached US "Old Pete" new
er spoke word. 1t vas puzzle he could
not solve. AS we Law in line, every eye
peering through the darkness to catch sight
of the gray line coming on again, an aid
came hurrying along and shouted out:


"We're all right, boys. Stonewall Jack
son has been killed up the road there r'


"Old Pete" leaped up, whirled around to
face the bearer Of the news, and savagely
shouted back:


"You lie |! you lie you lie Stonewall