Bernard Cornwell
BATTLE FLAG
THE NATHANIEL STARBUCK CHRONICLES
BOOK THREE
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COVER PAGE
TITLE PAGE
COPYRIGHT
PRAISE
DEDICATION
MAP
PART ONE
CAPTAIN NATHANIEL STARBUCK FIRST SAW HIS NEW
THE YANKEE CAVALRY PATROL REACHED GENERAL
ITâS GODâS WILL, BANKS! GODâS WILL!â THE REVEREND
SATURDAY MORNING, THE DAY AFTER BATTLE, AGAIN
PART TWO
JACKSON, LIKE A SNAKE THAT HAD STRUCK, HURT, BUT
THERE WERE TIMES WHEN GENERAL WASHINGTON
THE YANKEESâ SPRING OFFENSIVE MIGHT HAVE FAILED,
GENERAL STUARTâS AIDE REACHED LEEâS HEADQUARTERS
THEY MARCHED LIKE THEY HAD NEVER MARCHED IN
THE LEGION MARCHED INTO BRISTOE JUST AS THE TRAIN
ALL DAY THE YANKEES TRIED TO MAKE SENSE OF
AT MANASSAS, ON FRIDAY AUGUST 29, 1862, THE
THE LAST NORTHERN ATTACK OF THE DAY WAS BY FAR
THE FIRST ATTACK OF THE SATURDAY MORNING WAS AN
HISTORICAL NOTE
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CAPTAIN NATHANIEL STARBUCK FIRST SAW HIS NEW commanding general when the Faulconer Legion forded the Rapidan. Thomas Jackson was on the riverâs northern bank, where he appeared to be in a trance, for he was motionless in his saddle with his left hand held high in the air while his eyes, blue and resentful, stared into the riverâs vacant and murky depths. His glum stillness was so uncanny that the marching column edged to the far margin of the ford rather than pass near a man whose stance so presaged death. The Generalâs physical appearance was equally disturbing. Jackson had a ragged beard, a plain coat, and a dirty cap, while his horse looked as if it should have been taken to a slaughterhouse long before. It was hard to credit that this was the Southâs most controversial general, the man who gave the North sleepless nights and nervous days, but Lieutenant Franklin Coffman, sixteen years old and newly arrived in the Faulconer Legion, asserted that the odd-looking figure was indeed the famous Stonewall Jackson. Coffman had once been taught by Professor Thomas Jackson. âMind you,â Lieutenant Coffman confided in Starbuck, âI donât believe generals make any real difference to battles.â
âSuch wisdom in one so young,â said Starbuck, who was twenty-two years old.
âItâs the men who win battles, not generals,â Coffman said, ignoring his Captainâs sarcasm. Lieutenant Coffman had received one yearâs schooling at the Virginia Military Institute, where Thomas Jackson had ineffectively lectured him in artillery drill and Natural Philosophy. Now Coffman looked at the rigid figure sitting motionless in the shabby saddle. âI canât imagine old Square Box as a general,â Coffman said scornfully. âHe couldnât keep a schoolroom in order, let alone an army.â
âSquare Box?â Starbuck asked. General Jackson had many nicknames. The newspapers called him Stonewall, his soldiers called him Old Jack or even Old Mad Jack, while many of Old Jackâs former students liked to refer to him as Tom Fool Jack, but Square Box was a name new to Starbuck.
âHeâs got the biggest feet in the world,â Coffman explained. âReally huge! And the only shoes that ever fitted him were like boxes.â
âWhat a fount of useful information you are, Lieutenant,â Starbuck said casually. The Legion was still too far from the river for Starbuck to see the Generalâs feet, but he made a mental note to look at these prodigies when he did finally reach the Rapidan. The Legion was presently not moving at all, its progress halted by the reluctance of the men ahead to march straight through the ford without first removing their tattered boots. Mad Jack Stonewall Square Box Jackson was reputed to detest such delays, but he seemed oblivious to this holdup. Instead he just sat, hand in the air and eyes on the river, while right in front of him the column bunched and halted. The men behind the obstruction were grateful for the enforced halt, for the day was blistering hot, the air motionless, and the heat as damp as steam. âYou were remarking, Coffman, on the ineffectiveness of generals?â Starbuck prompted his new junior officer.