The story of a connoneer under Stonewall Jackson, in which is told the part taken by the Rockbridge artillery in the Army of northern Virginia . some time later the bat-tery had moved and, in the dim light, I failedto find the course it had taken. Following onfor some distance I came to General Lees head-quarters in a farmhouse by the roadside, andwas informed by Capt. James Garnett, one ofthe staff, that the battery would soon pass alongthe road at the point we then were. Sittingdown with my back against a tree I, of course,fell asleep. From this I was shortly roused byrapid firing close by,
The story of a connoneer under Stonewall Jackson, in which is told the part taken by the Rockbridge artillery in the Army of northern Virginia . some time later the bat-tery had moved and, in the dim light, I failedto find the course it had taken. Following onfor some distance I came to General Lees head-quarters in a farmhouse by the roadside, andwas informed by Capt. James Garnett, one ofthe staff, that the battery would soon pass alongthe road at the point we then were. Sittingdown with my back against a tree I, of course,fell asleep. From this I was shortly roused byrapid firing close by, and saw our wagon-trainscattered and fleeing across the fields, withhorses at a run and hotly pursued by Federalcavalry, who, with reins on their horses necks,were firing at them with repeating guns. I wasoverlooked and passed by in the chase as toosmall game for them. The road over which I had passed was in theform of a semi-circle, and to escape I obliquedacross the fields to a point I had gone over anhour or two before, where it crossed SailorsCreek. Along the road, ascending the hill onthe south side of the creek, I found several bri-. John M. Brown FACING 280 UNDER STONEWALL JACKSON 281 gades of our infantry, commanded by Ex-Gov-ernor Billy Smith, Gen. Custis Lee and ColonelCrutchfield, halted in the road and exposed toa sharp artillery fire, which, notwithstandingthe fact that the place was heavily wooded, wasvery accurate and searching. Colonel Crutch-field was killed here, his head being taken offby a solid shot. This was not a comfortableplace in which to linger while waiting for thebattery, but comfortable places in that neigh-borhood seemed exceedingly scarce. Very soon my friend, Henry Wise, who wasa lieutenant in Hugers battalion of artillery,appeared on horseback and informed me thatalmost all of the cannoneers of his battalionhad just been captured and that he was then insearch of men to take their places. I offeredmy services, and, following the directions hegav
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