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The best shot.

The General bitterly deplored the long inaction which his severe wounds at Seven Pines enforced upon him. When he was lying at Mr. Joseph H. Crenshaw's, in Richmond, where he was brought from the field, his medical director, Dr. Fauntleroy, told me an old Virginian called to pay his respects and sympathy.

He Said: ‘Not only do we deplore this cruel affliction upon you, General, but we feel it to be a national calamity.’ [181]

‘No, sir,’ said Johnston fiercely, rising suddenly upon his unbroken elbow, ‘The shot that struck me down was the best ever fired for the Southern Confederacy, for I possessed in no degree the confidence of this Government, and now a man who does enjoy it will succeed me and be able to accomplish what I never could.’

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