"Marse Cliffo'd try t' find out her name, but he can' do dat, don' nobody know, an' de name on de paper jess say 'yo' little fren,' an' me an' Marse Cliffo'd dunno who dat is.

"W'en Marse Cliffo'd got well he try t'find out all 'bout de young lady an' de cap'n whut wuz so kind to 'im, but seem laike we can't find out nuttin' tall.

"Soon arterwa'ds Marse Clifford wuz 'change' back this comp'ny, an' den he j'ined his regimen' 'gen, took me wid 'im, an' f'um dat time tell de time w'en Marse Robert'-Gin'l Lees'render at de cou't-house it wuz jess fight all de time mos', jess fight f'um mo'nin' tell night time, sah. Arter de mo'nin' at the cou't-house we ain' fight no mo' arter dat.

"W'en Gin'l Lee mek dat fine talk his'n, Marse Cliffo'd wuz stan'in' right side. 'im, clos' as I is t' you, sah, an' I wuz stan'in' right side' Marse Cliffo'd. I see Marse Cliffo'd turn his face 'way an' de tear' wuz all in his eye, sah, an' some mo' of de mens dey wuz cryin' too, sah.

"W'en we got back home f'um de wah, ole miss an' ole marster wuz waitin' and lookin' fo' us; dey heah we wuz comin', an' w'en we walk inside de big gate dey meet us ha'f way down de walk. My! you jess orter seed ole miss, how she ca'ied on an' cry w'en she see Marse Cliffo'd, an' look laike ole marster ain' neber gwine let go his han', and den ole miss cry some 'bout me, an' ole marster wrung my han' an' shook it, same laike he done Marse Cliffo'd's own, an' ole master gin me dis watch; I be'n wear it eber sense.

"Ole marster step off er little an' look at Marse Cliffo'd, an' I see Marse Clifford drap his look on de groun', an' I thought dat he mus' be shame of his clo'es, but it ain' dat, sah, 'twas kaze he ain' brung ole marster's sode back wid 'im; an' ole marster stan' dere lookin' at Marse Cliffo'd, at his shoes-he was mos' ba'efoot, sahan' his clo'es was all tear an' kiver wid mud

an' dus', an' dey warn' a button on his coat, sah, an' w'en ole marster lookin' at 'im dat way an' notice, 'spite o' de mud an' dus', de bloodstain all on Marse Cliffo'd coat, his lip 'gin trem'lin, sah, an' he tek Marse Clifford in bofe his arm, jess same laike he use' do w'en Marse Cliffo'd wuz a little boy.

"Marse Cliffo'd 'splain t' 'im 'bout de sode, an' how kind de gen'man wuz, an' dat he 'spec' he wuz gwine sen' it back to 'im, ef he ain't got kill, an' he tole ole miss how kind de young lady be'n t' 'im w'en he wuz in de hosspittle; an' ole miss say she gwine write letter t' de young lady, an' how she 'preciate whut she done fo' her boy. But she didn' write, kaze she nor Marse Cliffo'd nor ole marster, none of 'em can neber find out nuttin' 'bout de young lady, an' Marse Cliffo'd ain' neber heah f'um his sode nor nuttin'. W'en Marse Cliffo'd wuz tellin' ole miss 'bout de young lady an' how she use' bring him de flowers ev'y mo'nin', his voice 'gin t' git onsteady, so dat ole miss an' ole marster look at 'im an' 'spec' whut wuz de mattah wid 'im. Ole miss ax me 'bout it, an' I up an' tole her all I know, an' tole her whut de young lady say 'bout de prince dat mo'nin', and how Marse Cliffo'd got wors' w'en she didn' cum no mo'. An' ole miss say she mus' write, but miss ain' neber do dat, 'kaze she dunno who t' write t'. De naix yeah Marse Cliffo'd wen' back to college an' gradiate, an' cum back an' 'mence practis' law, an' he rantin' down in de ole cou't-house dis bery moment, sah.

"Marse Cliffo'd ain' stay home long, dough; atter he cum back f'um school, his health gin 'way an' he got po'ly, so dat he had t' go 'way. He tole ole miss an' marster bye, an' took me wid 'im an' we lef'-we drif' way out Wes' somewhar-I heah Marse Cliffo'd say Cal' fo'naan' Marse Cliffo'd met up wid young gen' man out dere whut cum f'um de Eas' too; he own cattleranch, an' he an' Marse Cliffo'd got t' be de bes' fren's, dey wuz jes' laike brothe's mos'-Marse Cliffo'd wuz stayin' in de town, practis' law, an' dey use' visit one 'nuther off'n.

"One day Marse Cliffo'd got word dat his fren' -Mistah Wingfiel'-wuz sick wid de fever, an' Marse Cliffo'd shet up his place an' wen' ober an' nuss his fren' an' he nuss 'im faithful, too, sah; stay by 'im jes' same as ef 'twuz ole miss or ole marster he wuz ten'in', an' de doctah say ef it ain' be'n fo' Marse Cliffo'd nussin' Mistah Wingfiel' so faithful, dat he would done die.

"De doctah an' Marse Cliffo'd do all dey kin fo' Mistah Wingfiel', but he kep' gittin' wors',

tell fin❜ly dey hab' t' sen' fo' Mistah Wingfiel' people-dey 'spec' he gwine die. 'Twarn' long 'fo' his pa'-Ole Majah Wingfiel'-an' Mistah Wingfiel' sister, Miss Ma'ion, cum, an' dey wuz all de people Mistah Wingfiel' got.

"W'en Marse Clifford firs' seed Miss Ma'ion, he start so I didn' know whut de mattah wid 'im; he seem kinder tryin' 'call sumfin t' his mind, but he cam' an' he look at Miss Ma'ion same laike he mus' know her befo', an' I tryin' myse'f tax myse'f ef I ain' seed dat face somewhar, I know de favor, but it done 'scape my mind.

"I see her look right into Marse Cliffo'd's eye an' den her own drap, an' de color come all into her face, jess same as de pink on de rose leaf, an' her face it wuz jess as putty as dat flower, an' mo',

too.

"I say t'myse'f,' you mus' seed Marse Cliffo'd befo', an' dat mo' dan once, ef I'se a jedge.'

"W'en Marse Cliffo'd tek her han' inside of his'n, I notice' her han' trem'lin' jess laike er bird w'en you puts you han' ober 'im, an' her face wuz jess laike de rose; seem laike Marse Cliffo'd done clean los' his haid, he jess stan' dere hol'in' her han' all de time, Ole Majah Wingfiel' t'ankin' 'im fo' bein' so kind t'his son, tell it look laike atter awhile dat Marse Cliffo'd ain' neber gwine let Miss Ma'ion han' go no mo'; pres'n'ly, dough, he let her han' go, but he done it mighty slow, an' don' look laike he wan' do it 'tall.

Well, Mistah Wingfiel' 'mence t'men' up an' git better atter Miss Ma'ion cum nuss 'im, an' 'gin t' talk 'bout goin' back home, t' de Eas'.

"One ebenin', I 'members it well, sah, kaze I wuz down by de river fishenin' an' had jess lite up my ole cob pipe w'en I heah some hosses comin' down de road an' mek out Marse Cliffo'd an' Miss Ma'ion; dey wuz ridin side by side, sah, an' talkin' kinder low, I couldn' heah much what dey wuz sayin'. Marse Cliffo'd seem' be doin' all de talkin' mos'. Miss Ma'ion wuz stud'n' some flowers, whut in her han' Marse Cliffo'd gin her-but w'en dey got jess op'site whar I wuz I heah Marse Cliffo'd say, 'Can't you try an' learn love me, Ma'ion?' an' I heah her ans'er 'im back, an' say, 'I learn dat long ago.' An' I see Marse Cliffo'd tek her han' an' ben' ober an' say, 'W'en, Ma'ion, w'en?' an' she say, I'll tole you sometime, not now,' an' I up an' cla'd my th'oat so dey would know I wuz 'roun', kaze I dunno whut Marse Cliffo'd gwine do nor say naix.

"De naix evenin' dey wuz all sit' 'roun’ talkin' 'bout w'en dey gwine home-Mistah Wingfiel' done mos' well now, an' he can't t'ank Marse Cliffo'd 'nuff fo' nussin' 'im, an' all dat; I heah 'im say t' Marse Cliffo'd, Cliff, ole fellah, ef it ain' be'n fo' you, I'd done be'n home sho' 'nuff, 'fo' dis.' Well, dey wuz all sit' dere talkin' an' Ole Majah Wingfiel' say, 'Will, did you eber find de owner ob de sode?' Soon as he say dat, I see Marse Cliffo'd look kinder straight at Mistah Wingfiel', an' w'en he wuz talkin' an' tellin' 'bout de sode, a light 'mence t' kinder cum in Marse Cliffo'd's eye an' spraid itse'f ober his face-jess laike w'en you stay ober night de firs' time in a strange place, an' w'en you firs' wake up de naix mo'nin', can't 'zactly place youse'f, 'tell pres'n'ly it all cum t' you on a sudden.

"Mistah Wingfiel' say he done eb'yt'ing he could t' find de owner ob de sode, but dat he wuz shot hisse'f, soon atter dat, an' w'en he done git well an' 'gin to 'quire 'roun' 'bout de young officer whut it 'longst t', he heah he done got well an' be'n 'change'. An' he done los' his 'dress, so dat he dunno whar t' sen' it. He put de word 'bout it in all de papers, but he can't heah nuttin', so he gin it up an' turn de sode ober t' Miss Ma'ion, 'kaze she ax 'im fo' it, an' say she 'spec' it 'longst t' her young 'Fed'rit officer she use' tek de flowers t' w'en he wuz in de hosspittle, an' dat she had t' go 'way an' lebe w'en Mistah Wingfiel' got shot hisse'f, an' dat w'en Miss Ma'ion wen' back, atter Mistah Wingfiel' got well, de young 'Fed'rit wuz gone. An' w'en dey neber heah nuttin' mo' fum 'im an' he done gib it up, Miss Ma'ion say she 'spec' he wuz daid, else he would cum back an' see her. So Mistah Wingfiel' gin her de sode t' 'member de young 'Fed'rit by, an' she say she ain' neber gwine part wid it, sah, neber! W'en dey wuz talkin' all dat, Marse Cliffo'd can't ha'dly set still in de chair, an' pres'n'ly he turn' t' Mistah Wingfiel'-his voice done change' so dat I hardly know it Marse Cliffo'd talkin'-an' say, 'Will, would you know de young 'Fed'rit ef you wuz t' see 'im 'gen?' Mistah Wingfiel' look at Marse Cliffo'd kinder cur'ous, an' say, 'No, Cliff; I hardly t'ink so, he had a slight sab'a cut 'cross de f'ont of his haid an' de blood wuz trickle down all on his face-I didn' see 'im mo' den few minutes. He had er sarvan' wid 'im, but dey all look 'laike t' me-dat one look jess laike Prince. I 'spec' it might been 'im,' an' he look at me an' laff. I felt sorter cur'ous w'en he say dat, 'kaze sometime w'en I look at

'im I ax myse'f ef I ain' seed dat favor befo'he put me in mind dat cap'n dat day-but all dem sojers look 'laike t' me. 'De young 'Fed'rit wouldn't know me ha'dly, count o' my beard.' An' he look at Marse Cliffo'd, an' Marse Cliffo'd look at 'im, but dey ain' say one word, ain' open dey mouf.

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''Bout dat time Miss Ma'ion cum back into de room wid de sode in her han', an' we'n Marse Cliffo'd see Miss Ma'ion wid de sode in her han', he jess couldn' set still in de chair no mo', sah-it all cum t' 'im in a minnit, sah-de fight in de wood 'tween de two fence' wid de tree' on bofe side-Mistah Wingfiel' de cap'n whut tek his sode an' wuz so kind to 'im-de hosspittle an' Miss Ma'ion-his little sweeth'art, whut use tek 'im de flowers ev'y mo'nin', he jess tek boff Miss Mai'on han's inside his'n, an' say, 'Ma'ion, Ma'ion, my little sweeth'art, why ain' you tole me dis befo'? I see it all now, I see it all!'

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"Cap'n Wingfiel' an Marse Cliffo'd shook han's wid one 'nother fo' 'bout a 'owr mos'. 'clair I dunno w'ich de gladdes', an' ole Majah Wingfiel', w'en he don' onde'stan' it all, wuz jess shakin' han' wid 'em all, sah, shakin' han' wid em all. Cap'n Wingfiel'—he ain' Mistah Wingfiel' no mo' wid none of us now-Cap'n Wingfiel' he say t' Marse Cliffo'd dat he long b'en wan's see dat gallan' young 'Fedrit officer one mo' time, an shake his han' an' gin him his sode back, but now dat he had foun' 'im, he bad off as he wuz befo', kaze he done gin de sode 'way now, an' de pleasu'e of ginin' it back t' 'im wuz gwine be deny 'im, onless-an' I see 'im look at Miss Ma'ion out de cornah of his eyeMiss Ma'ion had on a w'ite dress wid blue ribbon on it, an' her face was turn' 'way f'um Marse Cliffo'd an' Cap'n Wingfiel' w'en she heah Cap'n Wingfiel' say whut he did-it was jess de color an' look jess laike one dem big white lily whut grow in ole miss' flower-gyarden, 'cep' dat on each one o' her cheek dere was

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a spot jess de color of one of dem roses, sah; an’ Cap'n Wingfiel' took de sode-Marse Cliffo'd own sode, de one whut I see ole marster gin 'im -an' cross' de room, an' put in Miss Ma'ion han' an' motion t' Marse Cliffo'd, an' place Miss Ma'ion other han' inside Marse Cliffo'd own, an' w'en ole Majah Wingfiel' see dat, he say t' Marse Cliffo'd, Fa'ily won, sah, fa'ily.' An' dat's how Marse Cliffo'd won his sode, sah, dat's how he won his sode. Marse Cliffo'd didn' know Miss Ma'ion, an' I didn' nuther, sah, she done grow so tall an' fair, sah, 'dough Miss Ma'ion know' 'im all 'long, sah; but Marse Cliffo'd h'art wuz right, sah, his h'art wuz right f'um de firs'.

"Atter Marse Cliffo'd an' Miss Ma'ion-my young miss now-wuz ma'ied, an' we wen' back home t' de ole plantation, ole marster done had tar bar'ls light all de way f'um de main road clean pas' de big gate, an' up t' de big house, an' w'en we got down out de ca'ige an' wen' in de house, ole miss an' ole marster wuz waitin' fo' us at de do'. Ole miss can't ha'dly notice Marse Cliffo'd fo' young miss, an' ole marster act jess de same too, so dat Marse Cliffo'd laff an' say dat his nose done broke now sho', an' Cap'n Wingfiel' say, 'Yas, dat's de way, Cliff, de wimmen allers cum firs'.'

"Cap'n Wingfiel' an' Marse Cliffo'd in de law business t'gether now, an' dey doin' fai'ly well, sah, dey doin' fai'ly well. Ole miss an' ole marster mek mo' ober young miss now dan dey use' do ober Marse Cliffo'd; an' ole Majah Wingfiel' an' ole marster goes ober de Mexikin Wah 'gen, sah, ev'y time ole Majah Wingfiel' cum down fum de Norf an' see us all. Dey bofe fou't in dat wah, sah, an' it shorely do 'em good t' go ober it, kaze dey seem t' joy talkin' 'bout it so.

"Yes, sah, dat's Marse Cliffo'd's sode, sah, de one ole marster gin 'im, an' de same one I be'n tole you 'bout; an' young miss she tie dem bow ribbon on it, sah, of de blue an' gray."

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COL. W. L. GOLDSMITH.

HE battle of Chancellorsville was the most daring of all the brilliant victories of the Army of Northern Virginia. When Hooker crossed the Rappahannock, and put himself directly on the left flank of Lee, the situation looked serious; but Jackson, acting under Lee's orders, went at Hooker with such startling vigor, that he pressed him back from the beautiful, open country into the gloomy wilderness around Chancellorsville.

This was

Next

May 1, 1863. That night our brigade was formed in columns of companies by the right flank and ordered to charge. On account of the dense and almost impenetrable thicket, after moving some distance in this novel manner, amid the "zipping" of the Federals' Minié balls, we were halted, and returned. morning, the 2d of May, we started at daybreak to make the ever-memorable flank movement. Our division (A. P. Hill's) was not in the fight that day, but was held in reserve. After dark, our division was brought up, and formed the front line. Our brigade (Thomas's Georgia brigade) occupied the line to the left of the plank-road, looking east toward Chancellorsville. My regiment had formed line of battle, and we were expecting to make a night attack on the enemy, as he was in considerable confu

sion. Going to the plank-road on some business, I was just in time to catch the full benefit of that fearful cannonade of the Federals, where, it is said, forty pieces of cannon were trained to sweep the plank-road, in order to check the victorious Confederates. Everybody vacated the road, and lay flat on the ground. I did the same; and, while thus "hugging the ground," four litter-bearers, carrying a wounded man, on account of that awful cannonading put the wounded man down so close to me that I could have touched him with my hand. I soon found it was 66 Stonewall" "' Jackson. He moaned frequently and piteously. When his friends proposed to move him out of the line of fire of the Federal batteries, he told them "not to mind him, but look out for themselves." When the firing ceased, I returned to my company (K, 14th Georgia regiment, Thomas's brigade), and spoke only to a few officers about what I had seen and heard, for we feared it would dispirit our troops, who loved Jackson so well; but in a very short time everybody knew it. The night attack was abandoned; and, as we lay down within a hundred yards of the enemy's line, I could plainly hear them cutting trees and building breastworks. It was impossible for Jackson's men to sleep that night. Engulfed in the midst of that gloomy thicket, surrounded with so much suffering and death, with the mournful and continuous cry of the plaintive whippoorwill, made the scene inexpressibly sad, and to many the poor night-birds seemed to be piping the funeral notes of the Confederacy's death.

Next morning, the 3d of May, the order came to "charge, and remember Jackson," given, it was said, by General J. E. B. Stuart, who had taken command of Jackson's corps. A. P. Hill was also wounded.

Instead of Jackson's death casting a gloom and damper on the troops, it acted just the opposite. I never saw our soldiers act so much like insane demons; they moved forward utterly regardless of the blinding rain of bullets. The Federals fought with great bravery. My company was the first to gain the breastworks, and I was the second man across them. Here I first saw hand-to-hand fighting. A young Federal soldier came at me with fixed bayonet. With sword in my right hand, I knocked up his mus

ket, and grabbed it with my left hand. The tussle was a fearful one; but George Kelly, a sergeant of Company D, shot and broke the Federal's thigh. The poor fellow fell, but continued to fight game. I could have cleaved his head with my sword, and Kelly started to brain him with his clubbed musket; but I forbade it, and called on my brave enemy to surrender, or I would have him shot, which he did in broken English. He was a German and a brave fellow, and elicited our hearty praise. All this happened in a few seconds, and by this time fifty or a hundred men had crossed the breast works of logs. These men I placed perpendicular to the works, and enfilading them both ways, which soon caused the Federals to vacate the entire works north of the plank-road. Our brigade reformed, and moved forward some two or three hundred yards, and within sight of the Chancellorsville House, and held that advanced position until the battle ended. This advanced position enabled General J. E. B. Stuart to do the bravest act I ever saw. He led in person several batteries down the plank-road, which was swept with the Federal artillery, and planted his guns on an eminence just to the right of the road, and in advance of our infantry line, just in his rear, and in a very short time after opening his guns the battle was won. Several caissons were blown up as the artillery passed down the road, and men and horses were torn to pieces.

I mention the above to show how quickly the demon can be transformed to an angel of mercy. As soon as the Federals gave way all along their lines, our army stacked arms, and, without a picket or skirmish line in front, gave our active attention to rescuing the poor fellows, whether in blue or gray, who were being burnt to death by the raging forest-fires, caused by the shells of both armies. Many dead and wounded were

burnt to a horrible crisp. Our loss was heavy. Our major, who was wounded and dreadfully burned, died. Captain Harmon, of Company G, was so burned that his friends could hardly recognize him. Captain Munger, with whom I slept that night, was killed. Water was very scarce, and we gave our scanty supply wholly to the wounded of both armies. I gave my canteen of water to a wounded Federal. After all had been cared for, I slaked my raging thirst from a sluggish wet-weather branch, in which lay three Federal corpses; the water was tinged with their blood. All enmity was broken down, and where pandemonium and destruction reigned a short time before, nothing but loving deeds of sweet mercy were now being enacted. Many a "God bless you!" rewarded our almost superhuman efforts to relieve suffering that awful day.

As soon as possible General Lee's army formed on and parallel to the plank-road, looking north, with full intentions to push the enemy, and reap the fruits of our hard-won victory. My regiment was near the burning Chancellorsville House, and General Lee was just behind us, when a courier rode up and handed him a despatch. He quietly and calmly ordered the line to remain where it was, and rode off down the plank-road toward our right. We soon learned that the General Sedgwick's command had broken our lines at Fredericksburg, and were coming up on our right flank. We were thus forced to remain inactive all that and the next day, listening to the fight going on around Salem Church, and which completely blocked our game of pushing Hooker into the river. On the 5th, Hooker recrossed the river, and we returned to camp near Fredericksburg.

Jackson's prompt execution of Lee's orders won the fight, and it was his last great blow for the cause he and his brave soldiers loved so well.