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 . had thought that the love for these oldmountains was peculiar to us who had grownup among them; but the cheer of the Creoleswho had been with us under Jackson was ashearty as our own. We passed through Little Washington,thence by Chester Gap to Front Royal, the firstof our old battlegrounds in the Valley, havingleft Longstreets and Hills corps on the eastside of the mountain. At Winchester, as usual,was a force of the enemy under our former ac-q
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 . had thought that the love for these oldmountains was peculiar to us who had grownup among them; but the cheer of the Creoleswho had been with us under Jackson was ashearty as our own. We passed through Little Washington,thence by Chester Gap to Front Royal, the firstof our old battlegrounds in the Valley, havingleft Longstreets and Hills corps on the eastside of the mountain. At Winchester, as usual,was a force of the enemy under our former ac-quaintance, General Milroy. Without interrup-tion we were soon in his vicinity. Nearly twodays were consumed in feeling his strength andposition. Our battery was posted on a com-manding hill north of the town, the top of whichwas already furrowed with solid shot and shellsto familiarize the enemy with its range. Ourbattery now consisted of two twenty-pound Par-rott, and two brand-new English Blakeley guns,to one of which I belonged. And a singular co-incidence it was that in putting in the firstcharge my gun was choked, the same thing hav-. B. C. M. Friend FACING ISO UNDER STONEWALL JACKSON 181 ing occurred on the same field a year before,being the only times it happened during thewar. I went immediately to the third pieceand took the place of No. 1. The battle had now begun, the enemy firingat us from a strongly fortified fort near thetown. Their target practice was no criterionof their shooting when being shot at, as notone of us was even wounded. While the battlewas in progress we had a repetition of the raceat Fredericksburg when there dashed from theFederal fort three artillery horses, which cameat full speed over the mile between us, appear-ing and disappearing from view. On reachingthe battery they were caught, and one of them,which we named Milroy, was driven byJames Lewis at the wheel of my gun, and re-stored with Sedgwick to his old associatesat Appomattox. Night put a
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