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Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 17: (search)
passed slowly away, the anxious silence maintained being broken only but the firing from time to time of the heavy batteries; and many of our leaders, Stuart and Jackson foremost, began to give up any hope of a renewal of the attack. The latter general was still in favour of a night attack, and proposed that our men should be strk two mounted officers, followed by a small squad of cavalry, bearing a white flag, suddenly appeared riding towards us from the enemy's lines, and soon after General Jackson received a report that a flag of truce had arrived, with a request on the part of the Federal generals to be allowed to bury their dead and look after the woutely opposite Jackson's Hill, and many hundred dead and wounded lay there intermingled. We had considerable difficulty in discovering the body of the Federal General Jackson, and it was at last found in a small ravine. Beside him lay his adjutant, a very fine-looking young man, who, riding a grey horse during the action, had attr
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 18: (search)
der the General's roof-hours that sped so rapidly, that when Lawley bethought himself to look at his watch, it was discovered to be very near the hour when we were all expected back to supper with General Lee. Away we started at full gallop; but though our horses were urged to their topmost speed, we reached headquarters far behind our time, and the General had long since taken his simple meal. To Lawley's excuses for our unintentional unpoliteness he laughingly replied, Gentlemen, I hope Jackson has given you a good dinner, and if so, I am very glad things have turned out as they have, for I had given the invitation without knowing the poor state of my mess provisions, and should scarcely have been able to offer you anything. The 31st was quietly spent at headquarters in the discharge of our camp duties and the enjoyment of the bright warm sunshine with which for the space of a few days the winter in Virginia is favoured. Our guests accommodated themselves with admirable facili
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 19: (search)
om he had brought very acceptable presents. To General Lee he presented an English saddle of the best make, to General Stuart a breech-loading carbine, while for Jackson he had provided himself with an india-rubber bed. For the presentation of this last article I escorted him to old Stonewall's headquarters; and on the ride an occsume the air of treating the extraordinary success of this shot as a matter quite of course, whereas it was much more the result of accident than good shooting. Jackson received us with all his usual affability, and was much pleased with the present, promising to use it regularly. During the conversation which ensued, Captain Buting, a blot fell on the paper, which was immediately thrown on the floor as useless. Bushby, however, picked it up and carefully treasured it in his pocket; and Jackson, noticing this action, said, with a modest smile, Oh Captain, if you value my simple signature so much, I will give you a number of them with the greatest pleasur
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 20: (search)
ert delighted by his excellent pianoforte-playing, to say nothing of the amusement they derived from his original practice with the idiom and pronunciation of the English language. On the 28th, Stuart and the members of his Staff, including our visitor, dined by invitation under the roof of an old widow lady, a very particular friend of mine, who resided on a pretty little plantation close to Culpepper. Mrs S. was a poetess, and had exercised her talents to the glorification of Lee and Jackson, so that when, after dinner, she asked permission to read a new poem, we all naturally expected that it was now Stuart's turn. What was my astonishment, however, and embarrassment to find myself the theme of her eloquent and touching verses, wherein my praises were most flatteringly sounded! Blushing, and transfixed to my chair with stupefaction, as I heard the loud applause which greeted the conclusion of the piece, for a moment I was at a loss how to behave; then suddenly rousing myself
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 21: (search)
Fight near the Furnace. narrow escape of Jackson and Stuart. Jackson's flank march. first back all further progress. Just at this moment Jackson galloped up, and begged Stuart to ride forwarfrom the confusion and get out of harm's way. Jackson, as soon as he had found out his mistake, ordring the road with dead and wounded. That Jackson and Stuart with their officers escaped was no showed no intention of continuing the fight, Jackson gave orders for the troops to fall back a shoot where I had left Stuart, I found him, with Jackson and the officers of their respective Staffs, n pause ensued in the conflict, occasioned by Jackson giving orders for his lines to re-form for thour had increased in loudness, announced that Jackson had recommended the battle, but as to the coumity which had befallen us by the wounding of Jackson. After having instructed his men to fire at the General was being carried was killed, and Jackson fell heavily to the ground, receiving soon af[1 more...]
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 23: (search)
Start after Stoneman. I am reported killed. headquarters near Orange Court-house. Stonewall Jackson's death. Reorganisation of the army. headquarters once more at Culpepper. great review A cloud soon came over our happiness, however, in the sad news of the death of our beloved Stonewall Jackson, who expired on the 9th, partially from his wounds, but more directly from pneumonia, the en have ever been more regretted-few more respected by foe, no less than friend, than was Stonewall Jackson; and his soldiers grieved over his death as though they had been bereft of a father. To mestimating, both in its grandeur and in its familiar traits, his noble and generous character. Jackson had certain whimsical peculiarities which exhibited themselves in his manner and in his dress, death, he exclaimed, It would have been better for the country if I had fallen rather than Stonewall Jackson. The sad intelligence was officially communicated to his mourning army by the Commander-
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