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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Monument to the Confederate dead at the University of Virginia. (search)
ing low, seeking in the distorted faces to identify their friends. Jackson glanced a moment toward this scene. Not a muscle quivered. Eyes front! and he resumed his steady gaze down the road toward Richmond. He was the ideal of concentration—imperturbable, resistless. I remember feeling that, if he were not a very good man he would be a very bad one. By a ludicrous turn of the association of ideas, the old darkey minister's illustration of faith flashed through my brain—Bredren, if de Lord tell me to jump through a stone wall, I's gwine to jump at it; jumpa at it 'longs to me, goina through it 'longs to God. The man before me would have jumped at anything the Lord told him to jump through. A moment later and his gaze was rewarded. A magnificent staff approached from the direction of Richmond, and riding at its head, superbly mounted, a prince, aye, a demi-god. At that time General Lee was one of the handsomest of men, especially on horseback, and that morning every deta
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.32 (search)
of me, I saw it was a vehicle of some kind, so I straightened up and yelled as loud as I could: Halt! who comes there? The music ceased all of a sudden, and a voice deep and strong said: Whoa, mule! 'Fore de Lord, what is dat? I guess it is one of dem soldiers. It is a market cart from Princess Anne county, God bless you. I then said: Advance, market cart from Princess Anne county, and give the countersign. De what, sah? Advance, and give the countersign. I declare 'fore de Lord, I ain't got none of dem things in my cart. You can come and see for yourself. I is only got some collards and English peas and a few 'taters. I told the old man that he would nave to go with me to the officer in charge. As we went along, I asked him if he saw any Yanks down the road, and he wanted to know what dey looks like. I asked him why he made so much noise. He said:I was whistling and keeping time wid de step of de mule and de rattling of de cart. The winter of 1861 and