traggler, who would not stop at his order, and was discharging at him a perfect torrent of curses, when, chancing to turn his head, he saw close behind him no less a personage than the oath-hating and sternly-pious General Stonewall Jackson.
Jackson's aversion to profanity was proverbial in the army.
It was known to excite his extreme displeasure.
Colonel Wtherefore stopped abruptly, hung his head, and awaited in silence the stern rebuke of his superior.
It came in these words, uttere soldiers of the Stonewall Brigade.
Curse the Yankees!
I wish they were in hell, every one of them!
Why don't you?
Because if they were, Old Jack would be following 'em up close, with the old Stonewall Brigade in front!
Jackson's face writhed into a grin; from his lips a low laugh issued; but he rode on in silence, making no comment.
General C— was proverbial for his stubborn courage and bulldog obstinacy in a fight.
In every battle his brigade was torn to