seizing the bridle with the bleeding fingers of his right hand, and turning the horse into the road again. Here Captain Wilbourn succeeded in catching the reins and checking the animal, who was almost frantic from terror, at the moment when, from loss of blood and exhaustion, Jackson was about to fall from the saddle.

The scene which the road presented at this moment was gloomy and exciting. Horses mad with fright were seen running in every direction, in the greatest confusion-some of them riderless, others defying the control of their riders-and in the road lay the wounded and dying, making the night more tragic with their groans. The whole escort of Jackson, except Captain Wilbourn and Mr. Wynn, of the signal corps, were killed, wounded, or dismounted. One of the signal corps, who was riding just behind Jackson, had his horse killed, and himself fell mortally wounded. A courier was wounded, and his horse ran with him into the enemy's lines, which were not more than one hundred yards distant; and Lieutenant Morrison, aide-de-camp and brother-in-law of Jackson, threw himself from his horse as he ran off toward the enemy's lines-the animal falling dead a moment afterwards. Captain Boswell, chief engineer, who had been sent to General Hill, near by, was killed, and his horse ran with him into the enemy's lines before he fell; Captain Forbes, aide-de-camp to General Hill, was killed; Captain Howard, of the staff, was wounded, and his horse bore him off into the Federal camp; Captain Leigh, aide-de-camp, had his horse shot under him; and two or three of General Hill's couriers were killed. Near the spot where Jackson was wounded, were counted the dead bodies of fourteen horses.

Such had been the lamentable result of this causeless fireofficers and men killed, others wounded, others borne off into the enemy's lines; Captain Boswell, of Jackson's staff, dragged a corpse toward Chancellorsville, and Jackson himself wounded .unto death.

We proceed to relate the remaining particulars of the tragedy. The firing had ceased as suddenly as it began, and Jackson was

back in the road near the spot where he had received the first volley. No one but Captains Wilbourn and Wynn, of the signal corps, were present now. The rest were dead or scattered. But some one was seen sitting on his horse by the side of the road, and looking on, motionless and silent. This unknown individual was clad in a dark dress, which strongly resembled the Federal uniform; but he was directed to "ride up there, and see what troops those were "-the men who had fired the volleys. The stranger slowly rode in the direction pointed out, but never returned. Who this silent personage was, is left to conjecture.

Captain Wilbourn, who was standing by Jackson, now said, "They certainly must be our troops "-to which the General assented with a nod of the head, but said nothing. He was looking up the road toward his lines "with apparent astonishment," and continued to look in that direction as if unable to realize that he could have been fired upon and wounded by his own men. His wound was bleeding profusely, the blood streaming down so as to fill his gauntlets, and it was necessary to act promptly. Captain Wilbourn asked him if he was much injured, and urged him to make an effort to move his fingers, as the ability to do this would show that his arm was not broken. He endeavored to do so, looking down at his hand during the attempt, but speedily gave up the effort, announcing that the arm was broken. An attempt made by his companion to straighten it caused him great anguish, and murmuring, "You had better take me down," he leaned forward and fell into Captain Wilbourn's arms. He was so much exhausted by loss of blood, that he was unable to take his feet out of the stirrups, and this was done by Mr. Wynn. He was then carried by the two men to the side of the road, where, in case the enemy advanced, he would not be discovered, and his fall could not come to the knowledge of his own troops. Here he was laid under a small tree, Captain Wilbourn holding his head upon his breast, and Wynn was sent back to summon Dr. McGuire, his chief surgeon, and hasten up the first ambulance which could be found. The messenger was also cautioned not to mention his wound to any

one but the surgeon, in order that the troops, soon to renew the attack, might not be discouraged. Captain Wilbourn then made an examination of his injuries; first removing the General's field glasses and haversack-which latter contained some paper, envelopes, and two religious tracts—and putting them on his own person for safety, he proceeded, with a small penknife, to cut away the sleeves of the India rubber overall, dress coat, and two shirts from the bleeding arm.

While engaged in this painful duty he heard the sound of horses' hoofs approaching, and General Hill, who had succeeded in checking the fire of the troops, to which he had also been exposed, rode up. Captain Wilbourn called to him, and he approached-dismounting immediately, with Captain B. W. Leigh, serving that day on his staff. The rest of the staff and escort were halted, and remained in the saddle a few paces from the spot. Jackson had just murmured, "Captain, I wish you would get me a skilful surgeon," when General Hill came to his side, and expressed his regret at the occurrence, asking if the wound was painful. Jackson replied, "Very painful," and added that his " arm was broken." General Hill pulled off his gauntlets, which were full of blood, and Lieutenant Smith, his aide-de-camp, who had just arrived, removed his sabre and belt. The arm, now much swollen, was tied up with a handkerchief; and as it had ceased bleeding, and Jackson did not complain, or exhibit any marks of suffering, those around him indulged the hope that the artery was not cut. He was painfully weak, however, and it was necessary that some stimulant should be administered. A flask, containing a small quantity of whiskey or brandy, was furnished by one of the party, and this was held to his lips. He swallowed the spirits with manifest repugnance, and then called for water, which was handed him in a canteen, and of which he drank freely. This seemed to give him strength, but his condition was still critical, and it seemed impossible to move him without making his wound bleed afresh.

To remove him from that spot was, however, absolutely necessary. The enemy were not more than a hundred yards distant;

the battle might recommence at any moment; and the situation of the wounded leader, thus exposed to both the Federal fire and that of his own men, and in danger of being trampled upon by the charging battalions, was critical in the extreme. Either death or capture imminently threatened him; and it was not long before a new act in the tragic drama commenced.

Suddenly the voice of Captain Adams, of General Hill's staff, was heard from the road, about ten or fifteen yards in front of the group, calling out: "Halt! surrender-fire on them if they don't surrender!"

General Hill immediately drew his pistol, and mounting his horse, moved back to take command of his line, first assuring Jackson that he would keep his accident, as far as possible, from the knowledge of the troops-for which the General thanked him. The persons halted proved to be two Federal skirmishers, who at once surrendered, with an air of considerable astonishment, declaring that they were not aware they were in the Confederate lines. This incident will show how near the enemy were at the moment; and a few minutes afterwards Lieutenant Morrison, who had now come up, reported that the Federal lines were advancing rapidly, and were at that moment within less than a hundred yards of the spot. He exclaimed, “Let us take the General up in our arms, and carry him off!" but Jackson, now very faint and pale, replied, "No; if you can help me up, I can walk."

He was accordingly lifted and placed upon his feet, when the enemy's batteries in front opened with great violence, and Captain Leigh, who had just arrived with a litter, had his horse killed under him by a shell. He leaped to the ground, near Jackson, and the latter leaning his right arm upon this officer's shoulder, slowly dragged himself along toward the Confederate lines, the blood from his wounded arm flowing profusely over Captain Leigh's uniform. The Southern troops were now in motion to repulse the advance of the enemy, and as they passed the wounded general, whose escort of officers indicated his rank, they asked: "Who is that? who have you there?"

To this the reply was, "Oh, it is only a friend of ours who is wounded."

These inquiries became at last so frequent as the column continued to pass, that Jackson said: "When asked, just say it

is a Confederate officer."

The curiosity of the troops, however, was evaded with the utmost difficulty, and the men would go around the horses which were led along on each side of the General, to conceal him, to see if they could recognize him. Something in the atmosphere seemed to inform the veterans of the old corps that their great commander was no longer in the saddle to lead them to victory; and every circumstance appeared to furnish ground for their gloomy suspicions. At last the unfortunate discovery was made. One of the men caught a glimpse of the General, walking bareheaded in the moonlight, and suddenly exclaimed, "in the most pitiful tone," says an eye-witness: "Great God! that is General Jackson!"

An evasive reply was made to these words, indicating that the man was mistaken; and he gazed at the officer with a look of blank astonishment and doubt, but passed on without further words.

All this occurred before Jackson had been able to drag himself more than twenty steps. At the point, however, which the party had now reached, they found the litter hurried forward by Captain Leigh; and as the General's strength was completely exhausted, he was placed upon it, and borne off by Captain Leigh, Lieutenant Smith, and two men of the ambulance corps. The rest of the party walked on each side, leading the horses.

The litter had scarcely begun to move, when the fire of the enemy's artillery became frightful. The ridge in front of Chancellorsville resembled the crater of a volcano vomiting forth fire and iron. A hurricane of shell and canister swept the road as with the besom of destruction; and the broken ranks, riderless horses, and wild confusion made up a scene of tumult which was enough to try the stoutest nerves. The enemy had probably understood that some cause of confusion had arisen in the Con