ken, toward the enemy, carrying him beneath the
boughs of the trees, which inflicted several blows, lacerated his face,
and almost dragged him from the saddle. His bridle hand was now
powerless, but seizing the rein with his right hand, notwithstanding
its wound, he arrested his horse and brought the animal back toward his
own line.

He was followed by his faithful attendants. The firing of the
Confederates had now been arrested by some of the officers, who realized
their mistake, but the wounded and frantic horses were rushing without
riders through the woods, where the ground was strewn with the dead and
dying. Here Gen. Jackson drew up his horse and sat for an instant,
gazing toward his own line, as if in astonishment at their cruel
mistake, and in doubt whether he should again venture to approach them.
He said to one of his staff, "I believe my arm is broken," and requested
him to assist him from his horse and examine whether the wounds were
bleeding dangerously. Before he could dismount he sank fainting into
their arms, so completely prostrated that they were compelled to
disengage his feet from the stirrups. They carried him a few yards into
the woods north of the turnpike to shield him from the expected advance
of the Federalists. One was sent for an ambulance and a surgeon, while
another stripped his mangled arm in order to bind up the wound. The warm
blood was flowing in a stream down his wrist. His clothes impeded all
access to its source, and nothing was at hand more efficient than a
penknife to remove the obstruction.

Just at this moment Gen. Hill appeared upon the scene with a part of his
staff. They called upon him for assistance. One of his staff, Maj.
Leigh, succeeded in reaching the wound and staunching the blood with a
handkerchief. It was at this moment that two Federal skirmishers
approached within a few feet of the spot where he lay, with their
muskets cocked. They little knew what a prize was in their grasp. When,
at the command of Gen. Hill, two orderlies arose from the kneeling group
and demanded their surrender, they seemed amazed at their nearness to
their enemy, and yielded their arms without resistance.

Lieut. Morrison, suspecting from their approach that the Federalists
must be near at hand, stepped out into the road to examine, and by the
light of the moon he saw a cannon pointing toward them, apparently not
more than 100 yards distant. Indeed, it was so near that the orders
given by t