William W. Bennett, A narrative of the great revival which prevailed in the Southern armies during the late Civil War

[292] the anxious questions of his surgeon, the General said that he now felt better, but that several times as they came out of the battle he had felt as though he were about to die.

The heroic calmness of Jackson was well displayed when he was struck down by the cruel volley from his own men. To the quick, anxious questions of his friends he replied with great composure, “I believe my arm is broken,” and “It gives me severe pain.” When asked to have his right hand bound up, he said, “No, never mind; it is a trifle.” And yet this right hand that had so often pointed out the path of victory to his men was almost shattered to pieces-two bones of it were broken and a bullet had almost gone through the palm. Without a particle of passion, he said, “All my wounds are by my own men,” and said they were all received at the same moment. He was extremely anxious that his soldiers should not know that he was wounded. He said, “Tell them simply that you have a wounded Confederate officer.” He would have his own name concealed, but no untruth told. As he was led along many of the men asked, “Whom have you there?” and some tried to see his face; Captain Wilbourne kept them off; but one or two of his veterans caught a glimpse of his face, and exclaimed, “Great God! It is General Jackson.” The sad news spread rapidly along the lines; but the men believed his wounds to be slight, and their sorrow only increased their courage.

At midnight, in the field hospital, a consultation of surgeons was held, composed of Drs. McGuire, Coleman, Black, and Wall. Long and anxiously they watched the pulse for evidences of reaction; at length it came, and with it hope. The examination showed the necessity for immediate amputation of the left arm. Dr. McGuire explained this to him. and the General replied, “Doctor, do for me whatever you think best; I am resigned to whatever is necessary.” He was placed under