part of the day. General Stuart started on the morning of the 16th, the day before the great battle, with a part of his cavalry, on a reconnaissance up the Potomac, leaving me with ten of our couriers at headquarters, with orders to receive and open all reports and despatches addressed to him, and to forward any important information to Generals Lee, Jackson, and Longstreet.
Sharpsburg is a pretty little village of perhaps two thousand inhabitants.
It presented, during these memorable September days, a busy scene of military life.
Waggon-trains blockaded its streets, artillery rattled over its pavements, orderlies were riding up and down at full speed.
The house of Dr G., one of the largest in the place, was situated just opposite the principal church, and was still occupied by his hospitable family, who awaited with an indifference peculiarly American the momentous events that were so close upon them.
About 11 A. M. the enemy began to throw shells into the town, which, being