Hold there!--Morrison--Leigh!--"

They laid him on the ground beneath the pines and they fired the
brushwood for a light. One rode off for Dr. McGuire, and another with a
penknife cut away the sleeve from the left arm through which had gone
two bullets. A mounted man came at a gallop and threw himself from his
horse. It was A. P. Hill. "General, general! you are not much hurt?"

"Yes, I think I am," said Stonewall Jackson. "And my wounds are from my
own men."

Hill drew off the gauntlets that were all blood soaked, and with his
handkerchief tried to bind up the arm, shattered and with the main
artery cut. A courier came up. "Sir, sir! a body of the enemy is close
at hand--"

The aides lifted the wounded general. "No one," said Hill, "must tell
the troops who was wounded." The other opened his eyes. "Tell them
simply that you have a wounded officer. General Hill, you are in command
now. Press right on."

With a gesture of sorrow Hill went, returning to the front. The others
rested at the edge of the road. At that moment the Federal batteries
opened, a hissing storm of shot and shell, a tornado meant measurably to
retard that anticipated, grey onrush. The range was high. Aides and
couriers laid the wounded leader on the earth and made of their bodies a
screen. The trees were cut, the earth was torn up; there was a howling
as of unchained fiends. There passed what seemed an eternity and was but
ten minutes. The great blue guns slightly changed the direction of their
fire. The storm howled away from the group by the road, and the men
again lifted Jackson. He stood now on his feet; and because troops were
heard approaching, and because it must not be known that he was hurt,
all moved into the darkness of the scrub. The troops upon the road came
on--Pender's brigade. Pender, riding in advance, saw the group and asked
who was wounded. "A field officer," answered one, but there came from
some direction a glare of light and by it Pender knew. He sprang from
his horse. "Don't say anything about it, General Pender," said Jackson.
"Press on, sir, press on!"

"General, they are using all their artillery. It is a very deadly fire.
In the darkness it may disorganize--"

The forage cap was gone. The blue eyes showed full and deep. "You must
hold your ground, General Pender. You must hold out to the last, sir."

"I will, general, I will," said Pender.

A litter was found and brought, and Stonewall Jackson was laid upon it.
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