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Frank OReillys insightful, twenty-one page introduction to Augustus C. Hamlins rare 1896 work, originally entitled The Battle of Chancellorsvile: The Attack of Stonewall Jackson..., gives it the status of a classic. The following two paragraphsMoreFrank OReillys insightful, twenty-one page introduction to Augustus C. Hamlins rare 1896 work, originally entitled The Battle of Chancellorsvile: The Attack of Stonewall Jackson..., gives it the status of a classic. The following two paragraphs are taken directly from OReillys opening introduction: In the early morning of May 2, 1863, a small cavalcade of Federal horsemen galloped out the Orange Plank Road. At the head of the group, ...with the air of a king, very red in the face, but holding his big fat body very erect, rode the commander of the Army of the Potomac, Major General Joseph Hooker. Close behind him cantered the one-armed nascent leader of the Union Eleventh Corps, Major General Oliver Otis Howard. Merry staff officers bantered and teased while the generals glanced over their defenses. After a short look, Hooker voiced his satisfaction with the Eleventh Corps position and returned to Chancellorsville to consummate his mysterious plans for victory over Confederate General Robert E. Lee. Nine hours later, the soldiers of the Eleventh Corps sat stoically manning their trenches or cooking dinner and listening to the sweet refrains of musicians in the distance.They also heard rumors that the Confederates had abandoned the battlefield and now hurried to escape the Federals clutches. Unharness those horses, boys, give them a good feed of oats) laughed General O.O. Howard. We will be off for Richmond at daylight. Suddenly, a startled deer bolted from the forest, barreling through the astonished soldiers. Other deer darted from the woods, pursued by rabbits, foxes and birds scurrying in every direction. All nature had gone awry. Driving the wildlife before them came the cadenced ranks of Lieutenant General Thomas J. Stonewall Jacksons Confederates. The gray-clad Southerners plowed into the Union defenses ...like a crash of thunder from the clear sky.