STONEWALL JACKSON IN MARYLAND.
mony proceeded to make war upon us. We retraced our steps, and although
we did not stand upon the order of our going, a squad of them escorted us
out of town with great rapidity. When I tried a couple of Parthian shots at
them with my revolver, they returned them with interest, and shot a hole in
my new hat, which, with the beautiful plume that a lady in Frederiek had
placed there, rolled in the dust. This was of little moment, but at the end of
the town, reaching the top of the hill, we discovered, just over it, General
Jackson, walking slowly toward us, leading his horse. There was but one
thing to do. Fortunately the chase had become less vigorous, and, with a
cry of command to unseen troops, we turned and charged the enemry.
They, suspecting trouble, turned and fled, while the general quickly galloped
to the rear. I recovered my hat and plume, and as I returned to camp I
picked up the gloves which the general had dropped in mounting, and took
them to him. Although he had sent a regiment of infantry to the front as
soon as he went back, the only allusion he made to the incident was to
express the opinion that I had a very fast horse.
The next morning, having learned that the Federal troops still occupied
Martinsburg, General Jackson took the direct road to Williamsport. He there
forded the Potomac, the troops now singing, and the bands playing, "Carry
me back to ole Virginny! " We marched on Martinsburg. General A. P.
Hill took the direct turnpike, while Jackson, with the rest of his command,
followed a side road, so as to approach Martinsburg from the west, and
encamped four miles from the town. His object was to drive General White,
who occupied Martinsburg, toward Harper's Ferry, and thus " corral " all the
Federal troops in that military pen. As the Comte de Paris puts it, he " organ-
ized a kind of grand hunting match through the lower valley of Virginia,
driving all the Federal detachments before him and forcing them to crowd
into the blind alley of Harper's Ferry." Fatigued by the day's march, Jack-
son was persuaded by his host of the night to drink a whisky toddy -the
only glass of spirits I ever saw him take. While mixing it leisurely, he
remarked that he believed he liked the taste of whisky and brandy more than
any soldier in the army; that they were more palatable to him than the most
fragrant coffee, and for that reason, with others, he rarely tasted them.
The next morning the Confederates entered Martinsburg. Here the general
was welcomed with great enthusiasm, and a great crowd hastened to the
hotel to greet him. At first he shut himself up in a room to write dispatches.
but the demonstration became so persistent that he ordered the door to be
opened. The crowd, chiefly ladies, rushed in and embarrassed the general
with every possible outburst of affection, to which he could only reply,
"Thank you, you're very kind." He gave them his autograph in books and
on scraps of paper, cut a button from his coat for a little girl, and then
submitted patiently to an attack by the others, who soon stripped the coat
of nearly all the remaining buttons. But when they looked beseechingly
at his hair, which was thin, he drew the line there, and managed to close the
interview. These blandishments did not delay his movements, however,
for in the afternoon he was off again.