he blue masses of the enemy were in rapid flight towards the glimmering woods.
I found General Stuart exceedingly delighted with his success.
He had taken the troops guarding the place completely by surprise, capturing the greater part of them and twelve pieces of artillery in the redoubts without much fighting, and had just routed three brigades of infantry that had been sent from Alexandria as reinforcements.
The enemy in their flight had left behind their dead and wounded and more than 1500 runaway negroesmen, women, and children.
The quantity of booty was very great, and the amount of luxuries absolutely incredible.
It was exceedingly amusing to see here a ragged fellow regaling himself with a box of pickled oysters or potted lobster; there another cutting into a cheese of enormous size, or emptying a bottle of champagne; while hundreds were engaged in opening the packages of boots and shoes and other clothing, and fitting themselves with articles of apparel to replace their
le place on our extreme left from which we could open fire with it upon the dense columns of Yankee infantry.
With a good deal of trouble, and after we had been obliged several times to cut our way through the thick undergrowth, I found a little plateau, of perhaps fifty feet in diameter, and in a few minutes the rapid discharges of our little gun announced to General Stuart that I was at work.
The extended view from this plateau, which was the loftiest point of the mountain, rising from 1500 to 2000 feet above the rolling country below, was strikingly beautiful under all favourable conditions of atmosphere, but was now animated in the extreme.
Frederick lay before us, distinctly seen through the clear air of the morning.
The valley beneath, stretching away from the immediate base of the mountain, was literally blue with the Yankees.
All at once their long columns of infantry with a waving glitter of bayonets, their numerous bodies of cavalry with many a flirt and flutter of ga