he officers to the cannoneers could be distinctly heard.
Returning hurriedly, he announced that the enemy were planting artillery
in the road and that the general must be immediately removed. Gen.
Hill now remounted and hurried back to make arrangements to meet this
attack. In the combat which ensued, he himself was wounded a few moments
after, and compelled to leave the field. No ambulance or litter was yet
at hand, and the necessity for immediate removal suggested that they
should bear the general away in their arms. To this he replied that if
they would assist him to rise, he would walk to the rear. He was
accordingly raised to his feet, and leaning upon the shoulders of two of
his staff, he went slowly out of the highway, and toward his own troops.

[Illustration: THE LAST MEETING OF LEE AND JACKSON AT CHANCELLORSVILLE.]

The party was now met by a litter, which someone had sent from the rear,
and the general was placed upon it and borne along by two of his
officers. Just then the enemy fired a volley of canister shot up the
road, which passed over their heads, but they proceeded only a few steps
before the charge was repeated with more accurate aim. One of the
officers bearing the litter was struck down, when Maj. Leigh, who was
walking by their side, prevented the general from being precipitated to
the ground. Just then the roadway was swept by a hurricane of
projectiles of every species, before which it seemed no living thing
could survive. The bearers of the litter and all the attendants except
Maj. Leigh and the general's two aids left him and fled into the woods
on either side to escape the fearful tempest, while the sufferer lay
along the road with his feet toward the foe, exposed to all its fury. It
was now that his three faithful attendants displayed a heroic fidelity
which deserves to go down with the immortal name of Jackson into future
ages.

Disdaining to save their lives by deserting their chief, they lay down
beside him in the causeway and sought to protect him as far as possible
with their bodies. On one side was Maj. Leigh, and on the other Lieut.
Smith. Again and again was the earth around them torn with volleys of
canister, while shells and minie balls flew hissing over them, and the
stroke of the iron hail raised sparkling flashes from the flinty gravel
of the roadway. Gen. Jackson struggled violently to rise, as though to
endeavor to leave the road, but Smith threw his arm over him and with
fr