had almost succeeded in flanking us on the left—great consternation is heard in the woods! Volley upon volley is heard in rapid succession, which is at once recognized and cheered by our men. "It is Jackson," they shout, "on our right!" Yes, two or three brigades of Jackson's army had flanked the enemy, and were getting in his rear. Jackson had moved fast, and was now endeavoring to head the retreating foe. Just as the sun was about to sink in the West—just as the last volleys are indistinctly heard in the enemy's rear—a courier arrives, announcing that, "through the Providence of God," Jackson,had fallen upon the retreating column, broken it, and captured three hundred prisoners. The battle was won, and the exhausted heroes, who had remained to strike the finishing blow, wrap their martial cloaks around them, and quietly sleep upon the field of battle.
Several carefully prepared biographies of General Jackson having already been published, (to one of which—Major Cooke's—we are indebted for much contained in this brief sketch,) we deem it unnecessary to enter into further details, and, therefore, come to the closing chapter in the life of this great andgood man.
It was at the battle of Chancellorsville, on the 28th of April, 1863, after the conflict was over, when Jackson himself had said "the danger is all over, the enemy is routed," and he had given the order for A. P. Hill "to press on," that the chieftain turned from the front, and, accompanied by his staff, rode back, in a trot, toward his own men. Unhappily in the darkness-it was now nine or ten o'clock at night—the little body of horsemen was mistaken for Federal cavalry charging, and the regiments on the right and left of the road fired a sudden volley into them with the most lamentable results. Captain Boswell, of General Jackson's staff, was killed, and borne into our lines by his horse; Colonel Crutchfield, chief of artillery, was wounded; and two couriers were killed. General Jackson received one ball in his left arm, two inches below the shoulder joint, sgattering the bone and severing the chief artery; a second passed through the same arm, between the elbow and wrist, making its exit through the palm of the hand; a third ball entered the palm of his right hand, about the middle, and, passing through, broke two of the bones. He fell from his horse, and was caught by Captain Wormley, to whom he said, "All my wounds are by my own men."
The firing was responded to by the enemy, who made a sudden advance, and, the Confederates falling back, their fees actually charged over Jackson's body. He was not discovered, however, and the Federals being driven back in turn, he was rescued. Ready hands placed him upon a litter, and he was borne to the rear, amid a heavy fire from the enemy. One of the litter bearers was shot down, and the general fell from the shoulders of the men, receiving a severe contusion, adding to the injury of the arm and injuring the side severely. The enemy's fire of artillery on the point was terrible. General Jackson was left for five minutes until the fire slackened, then placed in an ambulance and carried to the field hospital at Wilderness Run. He lost a large amount of blood, and
