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Clarksburg (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
prize of all the country belles. There is nothing of which these people love better to talk than of Stonewall Jackson, and until a few years ago, when torn down to make room for improvements, the first thing pointed out to a stranger visiting Clarksburg was the old house in which he was born. Zzzhis schoolmaster. In Weston lives William E. Arnold, an old-time gentleman and lawyer, Stonewall Jackson's first schoolmaster, and his close and life-long friend. He, perhaps, more intimately thsunshine of the bright June morning, Mr. Arnold chatted of Jackson's boyhood. Much that he said was new, and all so interesting that I give it in full. Said he: I knew Stonewall Jackson from infancy. I remember a visit to his father at Clarksburg, where he practiced law a few months before he died. His death, when Stonewall was three years old, left his family very poor. His wife, a proud, high-spirited woman, for a time supported herself and children by teaching and needle-work. Fin
Prince William (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
Forward, march! and obeying his command, with Jackson at their head, they marched away. On reaching the top of the hill overlooking the town, they halted; their leader, turning, waved his hat to the people below; another movement, and they were gone. Zzzlaid to rest. Never again did the people of Lexington see Jackson until he was brought back and laid to rest in the old cemetery. In the days that followed I saw Jackson often; for the last time, just after the second battle of Manassas, early in September, 1862. I was then serving in the Eleventh Virginia Cavalry, of Stuart's Division, my command being encamped in Prince William county, Va. I was sick at the time, but having been refused a furlough by General Stuart, I preferred remaining in camp to going to the hospital. At last a friend of mine appealed to General Jackson, who readily granted me leave of absence, and I went to my home in West Virginia. My next tidings of Jackson were that he was dead. Rufus R. Wilson.
West Point (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
men noted for their honesty, integrity and force of character. Recollections of the older members of the family still linger among the people there, and many a time-worn man delights to talk of Jonathan and Cummins Jackson, and the traits of character which made them known for miles around, but the one of whom they are most proud is Stonewall Jackson, who was born there, trudged as a boy over the hills to school, and at eighteen went out into the world to become the leader of his class at West Point, a brilliant officer in the war with Mexico, a successful teacher, and finally one of the great generals of the age. There are old men about Weston who remember an awkward boy, clad in blue corduroy, who used to ride the horses of his sport-loving uncle on courses where large prizes were at stake, and rarely failed bringing the horse through as the winner. Others remember Tom Jackson, their old schoolfellow, as a boy fond of sport, and prompt to go to the defence of a wronged schoolmat
Buckhannon (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
efforts of influential friends Jackson was appointed to the place. He remained there a successful teacher of young men until the opening of the war called him to a broader field of action. I first met Stonewall Jackson when he was a professor and I a student at Lexington, and afterward when he was a commander and I an officer in the army of Virginia. He was one of the grandest men it has been my good fortune to claim as a friend. The speaker was Colonel George H. Moffatt, formerly of Buckhannon, this State. It was while passing an afternoon with him not long ago that I persuaded him to give me his recollections of General Jackson, which fittingly supplemented those of Mr. Arnold. During the years I spent at college in Lexington, continued Colonel Moffatt, I made my home with the wife of Dr. Estelle. She was a warm-hearted southern woman, and a close friend of Jackson's, then a professor of mathematics at the Military Institute. He often called at our house, and it was
Rockbridge (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
f Jackson's, but his heart was in the work, and then, as ever, he did what he believed to be his duty. The success of the school was always dear to him. Even after the war had broken out, and he had left Lexington, his letters constantly expressed the desire that it should be kept up as of old. Zzzpolitical speech. I heard Jackson make the only political speech of his life. It was at Lexington during the campaign resulting in the election of Lincoln. Though the voters of Rockbridge county, in which Lexington is situated, were overwhelmingly for Douglas, Breckinridge had a numbar of warm supporters, and the latter called a mass meeting in the court-house. Frank Paxton, who afterwards fell at Chancellorsville at the head of his brigade, was one of the speakers, but the interest lagged until Jackson, who sat in the rear of the room, arose to speak. From the first he was listened to with the strictest attention, and his speech of a quarter of an hour made a deeper impress
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
iliar with ancient history, the lives of the great commanders pleased him most. Looking back now on those days I can easily see what nourished the spirit which inspired the dashing, rapid marches and wonderful success of Jackson's campaign in the Valley of the Shenandoah. He had, too, a conviction of what his after life was to be, for often he would close one of his long talks of which I speak with the remark, I have but one talent, and will never be anything but Tom Jackson unless the United States engage in war. Early in 1842 the cadetship at West Point for this congressional district suddenly became vacant through the failure of the appointee to report for examination, and Jackson announced to me his resolve to seek the place. Knowing that he had no influential friends to urge his appointment, and that even if he secured it, he was poorly prepared to pass the preliminary examination, I at first discouraged him in his purpose, but finally seeing that his mind was fully made up,
West Point (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
the United States engage in war. Early in 1842 the cadetship at West Point for this congressional district suddenly became vacant through thaid: Sir, you have a good name, that of Andrew Jackson. Go to West Point, and the first man who insults you knock him down and have it chard expressed it to me, Jackson passed the entrance examination at West Point. His awkward appearance and country manners made him an invitinghrash the first man that insulted him. During his student life at West Point, Jackson and I corresponded regularly, and his letters used to ten, how he was faring. He was one of the hardest students ever at West Point, and during the first two years studied sixteen hours out of thehe end of the fourth year. Zzzactive service. Upon leaving West Point he entered the regular army, and soon saw active service in the Mme I met him. As a boy I had heard of his struggles as a cadet at West Point and his services with General Scott in Mexico. In imagination I
Mexico, Mo. (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
the one of whom they are most proud is Stonewall Jackson, who was born there, trudged as a boy over the hills to school, and at eighteen went out into the world to become the leader of his class at West Point, a brilliant officer in the war with Mexico, a successful teacher, and finally one of the great generals of the age. There are old men about Weston who remember an awkward boy, clad in blue corduroy, who used to ride the horses of his sport-loving uncle on courses where large prizes wer. He often called at our house, and it was there that I came to know him in the autumn of 1859. I shall never forget the first time I met him. As a boy I had heard of his struggles as a cadet at West Point and his services with General Scott in Mexico. In imagination I had created an ideal which made my first meeting with him a keen disappointment. Instead of the handsome polished gentleman I had pictured, I found him awkward in appearance, severely plain in dress, and stiff and constrained
Chancellorsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
ers constantly expressed the desire that it should be kept up as of old. Zzzpolitical speech. I heard Jackson make the only political speech of his life. It was at Lexington during the campaign resulting in the election of Lincoln. Though the voters of Rockbridge county, in which Lexington is situated, were overwhelmingly for Douglas, Breckinridge had a numbar of warm supporters, and the latter called a mass meeting in the court-house. Frank Paxton, who afterwards fell at Chancellorsville at the head of his brigade, was one of the speakers, but the interest lagged until Jackson, who sat in the rear of the room, arose to speak. From the first he was listened to with the strictest attention, and his speech of a quarter of an hour made a deeper impression than all the others. He spoke briefly and to the point, touching upon the dangers which threatened the country, and the need for every citizen to take a decided stand for the right, as he saw it. The scene comes back to
Weston, Mo. (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
Stonewall Jackson. His old schoolmaster tells of his boyhood days in Weston. Slow but studious scholar. Awkward as a youth, successful as a teacher, and finally one of the great Generals of the age. The region about Weston, this State, is rich in memories surrounding the name of Jackson. To that county one of the Jacksons emigrated from old Virginia one hundred years ago, and became the head of a family which has numbered among its members many distinguished men. All the Jacksonetter to talk than of Stonewall Jackson, and until a few years ago, when torn down to make room for improvements, the first thing pointed out to a stranger visiting Clarksburg was the old house in which he was born. Zzzhis schoolmaster. In Weston lives William E. Arnold, an old-time gentleman and lawyer, Stonewall Jackson's first schoolmaster, and his close and life-long friend. He, perhaps, more intimately than any other, knew Jackson during his early years. In his law office (for thou
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