elling at us: Here comes old Jubal!
Let old Jubal straighten that fence!
Jubal's boys are always getting Hill out o‘ trouble!
A desperate encounter followed.
The Federals fought manfully, but the artillery on our right, together with the small-arms, literally mowed them down.
Officers and men lost courage at the sight of their lessening ranks, and in the utmost confusion they again sought the shelter of the railroad.
Archer's brigade, of Jackson's corps, was on the extreme right of A. P. Hill's front line, composed of the following regiments, posted in the order named: 19th Georgia, 14th Tennessee, 7th Tennessee, 1st Tennessee, and extended from the interval or space left unoccupied by Gregg's brigade to the railroad curve near Hamilton's Crossing.
We occupied ground slightly higher than the level of the plain over which the Federals had to pass.
In our immediate rear and left was an irregular growth of timber of varied size, which obstructed the view in the direction of the
ouse, in the direction of Dowdall's Tavern, our carriage was halted, and, dismounting, Major Chancellor led us a few paces out of the road, along a faint cart-path, when he said, This is the place where Stonewall Jackson received the wounds that proved mortal.
I have always been struck, observed General Hooker, with the last words of General Jackson, evincing how completely he was absorbed in the progress of the battle.
In his delirium he was still upon the field, and he cried out, Order A. P. Hill to prepare for action — pass the infantry to the front rapidly — tell Major Hawks-- when he stopped with the sentence unfinished.
After a little his brow relaxed, as if from relief, and he said, Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees,--and these were his last words.
Arriving at Dowdall's Tavern, General Hooker pointed out the excellent position here afforded for Howard's corps to have made a stout defense.
Buschbeck's brigade of that corps, said he, did won