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cause. Excepting the defense of Limerick under brilliant Sarsfield, I
recall no domestic struggle in which they have shown their worth.

While Jackson pursued the enemy without much effect, as his cavalry,
left in front of Fremont, could not get over till late, we attended to
the wounded and performed the last offices to the dead, our own and the
Federal. I have never seen so many dead and wounded in the same limited
space. A large farmhouse on the plain, opposite the mouth of the gorge,
was converted into a hospital. Ere long my lost 7th regiment, sadly cut
up, rejoined. This regiment was in rear of the column when we left
Jackson to gain the path in the woods, and before it filed out of the
road his thin line was so pressed that Jackson ordered Hays to stop the
enemy's rush. This was done, for the 7th would have stopped a herd of
elephants, but at a fearful cost. Colonel Hays was severely wounded,
among many others, and the number of killed was large. Upon my promotion
to Major-General, Hays succeeded to the command of the brigade, served
through the war, returned to the practice of the law, and died in New
Orleans. He was brother to Colonel Jack Hays, formerly of Texas, now of
California, and shared much of the fighting ability of that renowned
partisan.

The young officer who guided us through the wood deserves mention, as he
was one of the first to reach the battery, where he was killed.
Lieutenant English, near Harper's Ferry, Virginia, proved to be his name
and place of birth.

Many hours passed in discharge of sad duties to the wounded and dead,
during which Fremont appeared on the opposite bank of the river and
opened his guns; but, observing doubtless our occupation, he ceased his
fire, and after a short time withdrew. It may be added here that Jackson
had caused such alarm at Washington as to start Milroy, Banks, Fremont,
and Shields toward that capital, and the great valley was cleared of the
enemy.

We passed the night high up the mountain, where we moved to reach our
supply wagons. A cold rain was falling, and before we found them every
one was tired and famished. I rather took it out of the train-master for
pushing so far up, although I had lunched comfortably from the haversack
of a dead Federal. It is not pleasant to think of now, but war _is_ a
little hardening.

On the 12th of June the army moved down to the river, above Port
Republic, where the valley was wide, with many trees, and n