about nine
o'clock
Here and there a gun broke the silence , as if to warn us that all was not peace ; now and then a film of cannon smoke drifted across the moon , which seemed to become piteous then . There was silence in the ranks . The line was lying down , ready , however , and alert . At about nine o'clock a sharp rattle of rifles was heard at our left -- about where Lane 's brigade was posted , as we thought -- and soon a mournful group of men passed by us , bearing the outstretched form of one whom we knew to be some high officer . Jackson had been shot dangerously by one of Lane 's regiments -- the Eighteenth North Carolina . General A.P. Hill now commanded the corps . Again all was silent , and the line lay down , as it hoped , for the night .