guessed our real design, for their right flank was assailed by us when they so little expected an attack that many of their troops were cooking their suppers. Our manœuvre seems to me to have been one of the boldest, and its results prove it to have been one of the most brilliant, recorded in the annals of war. Arrived at the point of our destination, and having driven in the enemy's pickets, General Jackson made his dispositions for the attack. My position on General A. P. Hill's staff gave me an opportunity to learn the plan. It consisted simply in deploying D. H. Hill's and Colston's divisions on each side of the old turnpike-road leading to Chancellorsville, with one brigade of (I believe) D. H. Hill's division deployed across the plank-road, and the remaining brigades of A. P. Hill's division marching by flank down the old turnpike.

Aides-de-camp and couriers were galloping up and down the road, and through the woods, and across the fields, for some time before all the arrangements for the attack were complete. At length the troops were ordered forward, and in a little time the dropping fire of skirmishers announced their approach to the enemy. In a few minutes volley after volley of musketry, intermingled occasionally with the deep boom of the cannon, told us that the battle had begun. The woods in front of us seemed filled with combatants, but the musketry did not equal in volume or extent that which I have heard elsewhere-Gaines's Mill, for instance. The sounds gradually receded before us; our troops were evidently driving the enemy before them. This continued from about six o'clock in the evening, when the attack commenced, until about half-past nine o'clock.

In the mean time our troops had driven the enemy about three or four miles toward Chancellorsville; they had run like sheep on our approach, throwing away their arms, knapsacks, haversacks, and every thing of which they could divest themselves. They had been completely surprised, having thrown up intrenchments to meet an attack from the front; but, as we assailed their right flank, their intrenchments were useless, and they abandoned them. They had, it is true, barricaded the roads, and some of their intrenchments were in the right direction to meet our attack; but neither barricades nor intrenchments enabled them to delay our progress. Our troops marched in line of battle through woods filled with thick undergrowth, and across several ravines, at a rapid pace for several hours. The thick woods, the combat, and the coming on of darkness, had deranged our lines, and brigades, and even divisions, had got mixed together. In this state of things we nevertheless pressed forward until we reached the brow of the declivity opposite to that on which the tavern, etc., known as Chancellorsville, is situated. Here we were met by the fire of a battery posted so as to enfilade the road, and General Jackson and General Hill rode forward for the

purpose, as I suppose, of making arrangements for taking this battery. I accompanied General Hill as he rode down the road toward the enemy's battery. At one point we were subjected to a severe fire from the battery; but it slackened after a while, and we pursued our course. We soon passed our most advanced lines, when suddenly a musketry-fire opened to our right in the woods. From whom this fire proceeded I have never learned; but it seemed to serve as the signal for the enemy's battery to resume its fire. In an instant the road was swept by a storm of grape and canister; the shells burst above, around, and among us. General Hill, and his staff following him, turned back toward our lines, and, as we approached them, we abandoned the road-which was, as I have said, enfiladed by the enemy's battery -and turned off to our right into the woods. Whether it was that our troops mistook us for a body of Federal cavalry, or for some other reason, I do not know; but, as we approached within fifteen or twenty paces of our lines, we were received with a blaze of fire. This alone-without the fire from the enemy's battery, which still continued-rendered our situation a perilous one; and it seemed as if we were all doomed to destruction. I perceived that my only hope of escape was in getting to the ground, and lying so that I exposed as little of my person as possible to the fire of our men. I accordingly endeavored to dismount, but my horse was rearing and plunging so violently that I could not do so. Just as this time he was shot, as I judged from his frantic leaps, and whether he threw me off of him, or whether I managed to get off myself, I am unable to say; but I found myself lying on the ground, and he rushed off. I received a smart blow on the side of my head, and put up my hand to feel if I was wounded, but I found I was unhurt. I lay on the ground for a short time, until our troops discovered their error and ceased their fire, and then rose. I saw a number of dead and dying men and horses around me, and a horse standing near me; I immediately mounted him, and rode about the woods to see if I could find General Hill. I soon found him. We came out into the road together at the point at which we had left it; and he informed me-or I heard some one say that he was going forward to see General Jackson, who had been wounded. I perceived that almost all of his staff had disappeared-Captain Forbes had been mortally wounded, Captain Howard had disappeared, and, as I have since learned, was taken prisoner by the enemy; one of the couriers had been killed, another mortally wounded; another had disappeared, and is still missing; Captain Taylor had his horse shot under him; Captains Adams and Hill alone had been neither wounded nor dismounted-the latter was absent on duty when we were fired upon.

We soon came up to where General Jackson was, and found him lying by the side of the road under a little pine-tree. General Hill directed me to go

for a surgeon and an ambulance, and I hastened off for that purpose. I had not gone more than one hundred yards, or thereabouts, when I met General Pender marching up the road with his brigade. I told him that General Hill had sent me for a surgeon and an ambulance for General Jackson. He said there was an assistant surgeon, Dr. Barr, with his command, who was called for and speedily appeared. Dr. Barr said that there was no ambulance within a mile of the place, but that he had a litter with him. I hastened with Dr. Barr and the litter-bearers back to where I had left General Jackson, and also carried with me Captain Smith, General Jackson's aide-de-camp, who had ridden up, inquiring for the general. We had been with the general but a short time when the enemy's battery again commenced to fire upon us. My horse-the second horse-was shot, and I had to let him go. General Jackson rose and walked a few yards, leaning on my arm. His left arm had been broken above the elbow, and a ball had passed through his right hand. He was, nevertheless, calm, and did not utter a groan. We had not gone far, when, at my suggestion, he lay down on the litter, which we took up and were carrying him along, when the cannonade became so terrific that the litter-bearers abandoned the litter, leaving no one with General Jackson but Captain Smith and myself. We laid the general down in the middle of the road, and lay down ourselves beside him. The road was perfectly swept by grape and canister-a few minutes before it had been crowded with men and horses; and now I could see no man or beast upon it but ourselves. After a little time General Jackson again rose and walked a short distance to the rear, turning aside off the road-partly because the enemy's fire was mainly aimed at the road, and partly because the road was again being incumbered with infantry and artillery, and it was easier to go through the woods. But he soon became faint, and we again put him in the litter. I could not induce any of the men whom I met to act as litter-bearers (and, by-the-way, I had myself carried the litter on after the general, when he undertook to walk a second time), until I told them it was General Jackson whom we wished them to carry. This I was reluctant to do, as we wished to conceal from the troops, as long as possible, the fact of his having been wounded. As soon, however, as I mentioned his name, I found every one willing to aid us. We proceeded in this way for about half a mile. As we were going through the woods, one of the litter-bearers got his foot tangled in a grapevine and fell, letting General Jackson fall on his broken arm. For the first time he groaned, and most piteously he must have suffered agonies; but he soon recovered his composure, and we again took the road to avoid a repetition of such an accident. It was a long time before we got out of the space on which the fire of the battery seemed to be concentrated; as long as we were within it, the shells burst around us thick and fast; they seemed to fall like showers of falling

stars.

At length I met Dr. Whitehead, who, as I have since learned, had been summoned when General Jackson was first found wounded. Dr. Whitehead had procured an ambulance, in which the general was placed. At this time he complained of great pain in the palm of his left hand. He had before repeatedly asked for spirits, of which we could procure none for a long time ; but at length Dr. Whitehead got a bottle. At Mr. Melzi Chancellor's we stopped to get some water for the general, and here we were joined by Dr. McGuire, chief surgeon of our corps, who took charge of him.

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UNVEILING OF THE BRONZE STATUE OF JACKSON-THE GIFT OF ENGLAND TO VIRGINIA-AT RICHMOND, OCTOBER 26,

1875.

THIS grand event was thus announced in the Richmond Dispatch of October 26, 1875, which on that and the succeeding day published a double sheet filled with JACKSON:

This historic city will to-day have added to her wealth of interest a spectacle as sublime as any that ever claimed a place in her annals. In the height of the Indian summer, when the air is softest and sweetest, when the fields and forests are clad in their russet hues, and all Nature is peace and quiet, loving multitudes will assemble to do honor to the most conspicuous hero of the late war, and to celebrate an event of pleasing significance that will for the moment, at least, claim the attention of the civilized world. An English-speaking and an English-descended people, politically separated from the mother-country for nearly a hundred years, yet bound to her by strong ties of kinship and affection, are to receive into their dear care, and to inaugurate with imposing ceremonies, the statue of a Christian soldier sent by English admirers.

In Virginia, where Jackson was born and lived, and for whom he left his study to resume his sword, long laid down-here, where his victories were achieved; beyond all, here in this city, that was more than once saved from capture and destruction by the swiftness of his movements, the fierceness of his attacks, the thunder of his blows-it is only natural that his life and character should be appreciated.

But with our ports blockaded it was rare that Confederate accounts of battles fought and victories won could reach other lands;