"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

09 June 2016


The Paulding Clarion contained the following story of Stonewall Jackson:

General Jackson, who seldom wears a uniform or any other mark of his grade or rank was passing a corn field one day and saw a long, lank sided confederate pulling roasting ears. He hallooed to the confederate:

"Come out of that corn field!"
"Go to hell," replied the confederate.
"I'll report you to General Jackson," says the general.
"Report and be damned. I belong to Jackson's Foot Cavalry, and he allows us to eat as much corn as we want."

The general nods, laughing, while the confederate continued pulling corn "to feed Jackson's Foot Cavalry."

None could outmarch them. Some believed none could outfight them.

They were known as “Jackson’s Foot Cavalry” — so called for their ability to cover more than 30 miles a day – cavalry distance – on the march. Virginians all, they formed a division of troops under the command of General Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia in 1862.

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