A like occurrence happened in New Orleans a few years later, where General Butler commanded, and gained the unenviable sobriquet of “Beast” by his war upon the women and those not engaged in the struggle, and by trampling upon every right and liberty sacred to the people.  He had issued some degrading order, which the citizens were bound in pain of death to obey.  One brave man, Mumford, refused, preferring death to obeying this humiliating order.  For this he was torn from the embrace of his devoted family, and, in sight of his wife and children, placed in a wagon, forced to ride upon his own coffin, and in the public square was hanged like a felon.

General Johnston, with a portion of his troops, reached the field on the 20th, and his forces were placed in rear of those of Beauregard as reserves.  On the night of the 20th, both opposing generals, by a strange coincidence, had formed plans of the battle for the next day, and both plans were identical.  Beauregard determined to advance his right by echelon of brigades, commencing with Ewell at Union Mills, then Jones and Longstreet were to cross Bull Run, with Bonham as a pivot, and attack McDowell in flank and rear.  This was the identical plan conceived and carried out by the enemy, but with little success, as events afterwards showed.  The only difference was McDowell got his blow in first by pushing his advance columns forward up the Warrenton Road on our left, in the direction of the Stone Bridge.  He attacked General Evans, who had the Fourth South Carolina and Wheat’s Battalion of Louisiana Tigers, on guard at this point, with great energy and zeal.  But under cover of a dense forest, he moved his main body of troops still higher up the Run, crossed at Sudley’s Ford, and came down on Evans’ rear.  Fighting “Shanks Evans,” as he was afterwards called, met this overwhelming force with stubborn resistance and a reckless courage.  The enemy from the opposite side of the Run was sending in a continued shower of shot and shell, which threatened the annihilation of the two little six-pounders and the handful of infantry that Evans had.  But support soon reached him, the Brigade of Bee’s coming up; still he was pressed back beyond a small stream in his rear.  Bee, with his own and Bartow’s Brigade, with a battery of artillery, were all soon engaged, but the whole column was forced back in the valley below.  Jackson came upon the crest of the hill in their rear at this juncture, and on this column the demoralized troops were ordered to rally.  It was here Jackson gained the name of “Stonewall,” for Bee, to animate and reassure his own men, pointed to Jackson and said:  “Look at Jackson, he stands like a stonewall.”  But the gallant South Carolinian who gave the illustrious chieftain the famous name of “Stonewall” did not live long enough to see the name applied, for in a short time he fell, pierced through with a shot, which proved fatal.  Hampton, with his Legion, came like a whirlwind upon the field, and formed on the