way, General Hood”, said the guide, gracefully saluting and
pointing northward as the head of Longstreet's column swung toward
guide, well mounted and wearing the uniform of a Confederate cavalryman,
sat at the forks of the road near the little village of White Plains,
in Fauquier County, Virginia.
road which General Hood was taking leads to Thoroughfare Gap in Bull
Run Mountains, and is the only practicable approach to the field
of Manassas where Stonewall Jackson was then struggling with the
army of General Pope.
halted his column and closely questioned the guide, feeling certain
that he was in error. And yet it would seem that the guide must be
right. He was intelligent, confident, definite, certain of his instructions,
and prompt and clear in his replies. He was a handsome young fellow
with bold frank eyes and a pleasant voice, and his air of candor
and the precision of his statements gave weight to his words. The
situation was critical: no exigency of war could be more so. It was
not merely the issue of a battle, but the fate of a campaign that
hung in the balance.
had taken the perilous step of dividing his army in the presence
of an active adversary. He had sent Stonewall Jackson on a detour
of some sixty miles to strike the rear and destroy the supplies of
the Federal army at Manassas, and to cut its line of communication
an enterprise of this character the first step is not difficult.
The vital problem is to bring the divided forces together again.
Lee's army must be promptly reunited, or its beleaguered wing must
two wings of the Confederate army, commanded respectively by Jackson
and Longstreet, were only fifteen miles apart, but the Bull Run Mountain
range lay between them, and the Federals under Pope were probably
close enough to seize the passes.
situation seemed desperate. He had been marching or fighting day
and night ever since he left the Rappahannock, and many of his troops
were dropping in their tracks for want of sleep.
sunset on the preceding day (that is on August 27), Pope's army extended
from Haymarket and Gainsville to Bristow Station, but Jackson's daring
exploit at Manassas had drawn the bulk of the Federals toward that
point, and in their efforts to surround him they were covering the
mountain passes and thus barring him from a junction with Longstreet.
In this dangerous situation Stonewall Jackson took a step which seemingly
violates every principle of military science. Beset as he was by
overwhelming numbers he yet ventured to subdivide his little wing
of the already divided army.
A.P. Hill's Division was at Blackburn's Ford, on Bull Run, where
it had snatched a few hours of sorely-needed sleep. At nightfall
Stonewall Jackson dispatched that division on the open road to Centerville,
thus seeming to threaten Washington. But with the remainder of his
command he quietly stole off to the broken country lying west of
Bull Run and north of the Warrenton Turnpike, and there he passed
the night, curtained by cavalry of Fitzhugh Lee.
daring move on Washington produced startling effects, and for some
hours the whole situation was changed. General Pope believed Hill"s
Division to be the whole of Jackson's command, and he therefore rushed
everything in pursuit.
dream of crushing Jackson had departed, and for a period there remained
to him nothing but the hope of saving Washington from capture and
his own army from annihilation.
came. There was no moon, and a slight haze somewhat dimmed the stars.
Hill's Confederates, in light marching order, encountered no obstacle;
but the well-equipped troops of Pope, with their heavy batteries
and endless wagon trains, incumbered the narrow roads, and the troops
-- their eyes dazed by their campfires --groped in the darkened woods
and floundered in the ditches and blocked each other's way. It was
a nightmare – frantic in effort, yet unavailing
in results. But with the coming of daylight order began to emerge,
and the Federal commander was again in the saddle -- alert, hopeful,
and prodigal in the issuance of conflicting commands.
ruse for the moment had saved him. It had given two-thirds of his
army nearly five hours sleep, and by drawing Pope from the mountain
passes had opened the way for Longstreet's approach. General Hill,
having reached Centerville, suddenly doubled, and with swift secrecy
by a forced night march swung back southward and reunited with Jackson
near Sudley Ford.
then took up a strong position, with his right near Groveton, on
the Warrenton Turnpike, and thence gazed longingly toward Thoroughfare
Gap, expecting Longstreet to appear.
was the situation when the guide's orders -- back yonder at White
Plains -- would not only have taken Longstreet's corps away from
the battlefield, but would have opened to the Federal Army a clear
course to Richmond.
time was 10 a.m., August 28, 1862.
General Jackson himself give you these instructions?” asked
four hours ago. I left after sunrise.”
route did you come?”
came north of the mountain, General, by way of Gum Springs; there
is no other road.”
you know where Stuart is?”
saw most of his command this morning. He is pushing with his main
body for Sudley, to cover Jackson's rear. One brigade has gone north
to guard the trains on the Aldie road.”
on the Aldie road!” exclaimed Hood; “What trains
are you talking about?”
Jackson's trains, General. He is pushing them toward Aldie, where
I supposed you would join him.”
have heard nothing of all this!” said the general.
I'll tell you what it is, General Hood; those devilish Jessie Scouts
are at it again! -- cutting off Stuart's couriers! Jackson has heard
nothing from Longstreet since yesterday morning, and he's afraid
you'll follow the old order and try to join him by Thoroughfare Gap.”
is Jackson?” asked General Hood.
left him a little south of Sudley Springs, on the high ground commanding
is he doing?”
his lines, General. You
see Porter turned our right at Grovetown last night, and McDowell
took Thoroughfare Gap; and Ricketts was sent with four brigades to
support Buford's cavalry, who had seized the pass at Hopewell. At
least that's what Stuart's scouts told me.”
say Jackson's left is at Sudley Springs?”
General Hood. I intended to say that his left was near Sudley Springs
-- about a half a mile south. Kearney and Hooker attacked there in
column last night, doubling us up, and the enemy now holds both the
road and the fords.”
that would make Jackson's position untenable.”
general; that’s the reason he's falling back. They say McClellan
has abandoned the James and now covers Washington, and that Burnside
has arrived from the coast. Within twenty-four hours -- the way they
figure it -- Pope will have over a hundred thousand men. When I left
there, at sunrise, Jed Hotchkiss had all the pioneers out. He was
cutting roads and clearing fords and bridging Catharpin Run, for
that's the only way out now.”
did you learn all these things?” asked General Hood; and there
was a note of severity in his voice.
them from the atmosphere, I suppose,”answered the guide, rather
languidly. Then, correcting himself with swift utterance, he continued: “I
beg pardon, General Hood; no offense. I meant to say that a courier
absorbs details of this sort from the atmosphere of headquarters
-- the atmosphere of conjecture and apprehension -- the atmosphere
so rife with the counsel of chaplains and the strategy of medical
men, and the theories of quartermaster's clerks. Why, General, the
very air is vocal with the enemy's doings. What with captured dispatches
and intercepted battle orders, and the reports of scouts and spies,
we have literally no rest day or night. Then there are the revelations
of prisoners, and the stories of deserters, and the never-ending
chatter of junior staff officers. I tell you, General Hood, we couriers
hear enough in a day to fill a book. And on forbidden subjects, you
know, according to the proverb, 'Jack knows more than his master!”
and what are you?” demanded General Hood, who was perplexed
and anxious, yet scarcely suspicious of treachery -- the guide was
so bland and free and unconstrained.
am Frank Lamar, of Athens, Ga., enrolled with the cavalry of Hampton's
Legion, but now detailed on courier service at the headquarters of
captured a handsome pistol from a Yankee officer at Port Republic,
and have discarded my saber.”
me see your pistol.”
was a very fine silver-mounted Colt's revolver; one chamber was empty.
did you fire that shot?”
morning, General Hood, I shot at a turkey buzzard sitting on the
Hood had handed the pistol to Captain Cussons, commander of scouts.
Cussons scrutinized the pistol, and the guide scrutinized Captain
Cussons. As the captain drew General Hood's attention to the fact
that the powder was still moist, showing that the pistol had been
recently fired, the guide interposed, saying that he had reloaded
after yesterday's practice, and had fired the shot in question at
another buzzard just before the column came in sight, but that he
didn't suppose General Hood would be interested in such a matter.
guide was mistaken. General Hood was decidedly interested in the
so happened that the Hampton Legion had been recently assigned to
Hood, and was then marching with his division. A message was sent
down the line requesting Colonel Gary, who was then commanding the
legion, to report at the head of the column.
the guide suddenly remembered that he had never really belonged to
Hampton's Legion; that the story grew out of a little romance of
his, and had grown out of a love affair. In the Shenandoah Valley,
he explained, there was a beautiful maiden who had caught his fancy,
but the girl was romantic and did not care for plodding foot-soldiers.
All her dreams were of knights and heroes and cavaliers on prancing
steeds, so he had deserted from the infantry and captured a horse,
and his real name was Harry Brooks, and he believed that in the stress
of battle or campaign he could throw himself in the way of some enterprising
commander and render such gallant service as would win approval;
and when by daring deeds he had distinguished himself, as only a
trooper can, he would confess his fault and leave the rest to fortune.
that man!” exclaimed General Hood, impatiently; for the general
was baffled and still uncertain. All his life had been passed in
active service, yet this was a new experience to him.
search revealed strange things. In the guide's haversack were little
packages of prepared coffee and blocks of condensed soup and a good
store of hardtack, which facts the guide pleasantly dismissed with
the remark that “It's a poor sort of Reb that can't forage
on the enemy.”
next discovery had a deeper meaning. In the lining of his vest were
found the insignia of a Confederate captain -- the three gold bars
being secured to a base which had a thin strip of flexible steel
running lengthwise through it and slightly projecting at the ends.
Further search revealed minute openings in the collar of his jacket,
and into those openings the device was readily slipped and firmly
is the meaning of that?” asked General Hood, sternly.
was an air of boyish diffidence and a touch of reproach in the young
man's reply. Its demure humor was half playful, yet modest and natural,
and its effect on the spectators was mainly ingratiating.
General Hood,” he said, “You ask me such embarassing
questions. But I will tell you. It was just this way. Our girls,
God bless them, are as devoted and as patriotic as can be, but you
couldn't imagine the difference they make between a commissioned
officer and a private soldier. In short, I soon saw it was all up
with Harry unless he could get promotion. Well, what was I to do?
The War Department seemed blind, to my merits, and as my family influence
it was altogether unavailing. So there I was, abandoned -- heartlesly
abandoned -- and all for want of a little gold lace! Well, as my
country would not promote me, I determined to promote myself. And
I tell you, the thought was an inspiration! Yes, indeed; those little
golden bars had magic in them. In a word, or rather in three words,
'I came, saw, and overcame,' and the marriage takes place the moment
'this cruel war is over.' I'm sorry that you're not attending to
me, General, for I'm sure that if you would but deign to grace that
occasion with your distinguished presence our cup of happiness would,
indeed, be full.”
Hood missed all of this. He was standing apart, talking earnestly
with two of his commanders, Colonel Wofford and Colonel J.B. Robertson.
Hood felt the responsiblity of his position -felt it keenly, painfully.
as the guide was, the general could not read him. He might be an
honest youth whose callow loquacity sprung from no worse a source
that of inexperience and undisciplined zeal, or he might be one of
the most daring and dangerous spies that ever hid supernal subtility
beneath the mask of guilelessness.
or false, his message bore on momentous issues, and it is not too
much to say that an epoch in our history might turn on his lightest
word -- on the misinterpretation of a glance from his beaming black
eyes -- on the mere compression for a moment of his smiling boyish
was observed that he had related nothing but what might naturally
have occurred under the ordinary chances of battle; nothing indeed
but what we had seriously apprehended; and above all, his statements
were of a character which could not have been pre-arranged, for they
were direct replies to our own specific questions.
the precious moments were slipping by! -fateful moments -- moments
on which hung the tide of war; the fate of a great campaign; the
doom perhaps of a new-born nation.
there at the parting of the ways sat our boyish guide -- frank, communicative,
well-informed -- leaning on the pommel of his saddle, with the negligent
grace of youth and replying with perfect good humor to all our questioning.
had every reason to believe that Stonewall Jackson at that moment
was beset by overwhelming numbers, and that nothing seemed to us
more likely than that the enemy would attempt to cut us off by the
seizure of Thoroughfare Gap.
Jackson's left flank was really at Sudley Springs, and his right
at Groveton, his right would be 'in the air,' and a movement to turn
it would virtually support an occupancy of the mountain passes. This
would naturally drive Jackson northward, toward Aldie, as our guide
whole situation was perilous in the extreme, and our doubts were
the Federals really occupied the passes of Hopewell and Thoroughfare
they could easily hold them against our assault, and if Jackson should
attempt to join us there, they could destroy him.
the other hand, if Jackson had really retreated toward Aldie we must
join him at once by a forced march northward, and to do that would
be not merely to abandon the campaign as planned, but also to relinquish
to the enemy the short line and the open way to Richmond.
his first moment of misgiving General Hood has taken measures to
verify or discredit the guide's story. Swift reconnaissance
was made in each direction, but the roads were ambushed by Jessie
Scouts and infested with detachments of Buford's cavalry. Priceless
moments were thus lost, and altho' we felt that Stonewall must be
sore beset, yet we could not guess which road would take us to his
battle or lead us away from it
diligent questioning went on by staff officers and couriers, the
benefit of every doubt being freely accorded, for many of us believed,
almost to the last, that the guide was a true man.
soon we were confronted by another revelation. Our guide's
linens bore, in blue marking ink, the oval stamp of the Federal supply
you tell us about this?” suggested Leigh Terrell, of General
the guide, “That takes me back to the affair at Cedar Mountain.
The Yankees shot my horse and captured me. Intending to escape, I
shammed sick, and they sent me to the hospital at Alexandria. Of
course, the first was a warm bath and the next was these clothes,
both of which were a comfort to me.”
see;” said Major Terrell, “But how did you escape?”
the guide, “There wasn't much discipline about the hospital
nor in the town, but the camp was awfully strict. I hobbled around
a good deal, leaning on a stick, and taking a look at things. The
night relief, I found, sent in the remoter outposts with orders to
report at evening roll call. This gave them the liberty of the town
for an hour or two, and some of them generally took a turn at the
saloons before going to camp.
had swapped a hospital blanket for a blue overcoat, and I pottered
around with the boys and joined in their choruses and things. I was
supposed to be a convalescent. Their muskets and belts were carelessly
stowed in the comers of the barroom, and as a fresh delegation came
in -hot and thirsty, all calling for drinks at once -- I hadn't the
least difficulty in picking up a musket and sauntering off with it.
Of course I waited a moment outside, and listened, so that I could
make a joke of the matter if anyone happened to notice me. But it
was all right.
I lay low until 'tattoo', and then went in the direction of the guardhouse.
You see there wasn't the ghost of a chance to escape unless I could
get the countersign, so I concluded to play sentinel and get it that
way -- open and above board, you know. Presently I slipped into a
dark alley and adjusted my accouterments, and then stalked forth,
fully armed, and took my post.”
cool, eh?” commented Captain Christian.
rather so,” said the guide, “But you see I had my Yankee
a while there was the measured tread of troops, marching as if on
Who comes there?” I yelled, bracing myself and bringing my
musket to the ready.
rounds, was the impressive reply.
grand rounds, and give the countersign! says I.
was drizzling at the time, and a portly officer in gum boots and
a mackintosh, reached forward until his chin almost touched my bayonet,
and said in a stage whisper, 'Lex-ing-ton'.
countersign is correct!' said 1; and the procession moved on.
they were out of sight I moved, too -- but in the other direction,
holding my course for King street, and intending to take the main
did you do with your musket?” asked Lee Terrell.
I just jammed it under a culvert, and pursued my peaceful way. Well,
it looked like everything challenged me. I was halted by camp guards,
by street patrols, by pickets, by scouting parties, but, I tell you,
that magic word 'Lex-ing-ton' carried me through like a charm.
on passing the last vidette, I was lucky enough to pick up a horse,
and by dawn I was back with my own folks again. But, I tell you,
I had a lot more trouble slipping back into our lines that I had
in getting out of theirs.”
General Hood first halted his column a number of troops had strayed
into the fields and woods to pick berries, and it was afterwards
remembered that the guide's attention seemed to follow those soldiers,
especially such of them as wandered toward a certain thicket near
the edge of the forest.
were soon to learn the meaning of this, for in that thicket
a frightful secret was hidden -- a secret which, if discovered, would
doom that guide to a shameful death -- a death of infamy, of nameless
horror -his sepulchre the gibbet -- his unburied flesh a loathsome
meal for those evil birds which banquet on the dead.
there some pre-vision of this in that swift glance which he turned
toward the open country as he half turned in his saddle and took
a firmer grip on the reins?
were those among us who thought so, afterwards. Yet he must have
known that escape by flight was impossible.
a moment, however, the startled gesture was gone, and there was again
about him that same air of negligent repose, that same tranquility
of spirit which was enhanced rather than broken by the amused and
half scornful smile with which he regarded the scrutiny of those
we thus observed him there was a sudden commotion among the troops.
Soldiers with grave faces, and some with flashing eyes, were hurrying
from the southward road. They had found a dying man -- a Confederate
dispatch bearer, who had been dragged into the bushes and evidently
left for dead. He had gasped out a few broken words -- his dispatches
had been taken, torn from his breast pocket; he had been 'shot by
one of our own men!
Hood drew his brigadiers aside. The guide, or rather spy, glanced
toward them, but remained unshaken. There was a certain placid fortitude
in his manner which seemed incompatible with ruthless deeds. There
was something of devotion in it, and self-sacrifice, relieved, indeed,
by just a touch of bravado, but without a trace of fear.
knew better than he that that group of stem-faced men was a drum-head
court, and none better knew what the award of that court would be.
He had played boldly for a mighty stake. He had lost, and was ready
with the penalty.
was a strip of forest where the roads forked, and among the trees
was a large post oak with spreading branches. General Hood
pointed to the tree, saying that any of its limbs would do.
Texas soldier remarked that there was no better scaffold than the
back of a horse, and the spy, approving the suggestion, sprang lightly
up and stood on the saddle. Half a dozen men were soon busy in the
tree, fastening a bridle rein at one end and adjusting a loop at
the other. As they slipped the noose over his head the spy raised
his hand impressively:
exclaimed, “I have three more words for you. I am neither Frank
Lamar, of Georgia, nor Harry Brooks, of Virginia. I am Jack Sterry,
of the Jessie Scouts. I did not kill that rebel, but I was with those
who did. His dispatches by this time are safe enough! I should like
my friends to know that I palavered with your army for a good half
hour while General Pope was battering down your precious old Stonewall.
Now men, I am ready! -- and in parting, I will simply ask you to
say, if you should ever speak of this, that Jack Sterry, when the
rebels got him, died as a Jessie Scout should!”
folded his arms, and his horse was led from beneath his feet. General
Hood turned aside, and, in subdued voice, gave the order of march,
and the column moved on.
writhing figure swung for a little while in the soft morning air,
and was still, and there had gone forth to God who gave it as dauntless
a spirit as ever throbbed in mortal clay.
two hundred paces lay the yet warm body of the Confederate dispatch-bearer
John; Jack Sterry, The Jessie Scout, Gazette Print, York,
PA, 1906. Cussons was Hood’s chief scout and participated
in Sterry’s interrogation.