immediately saddled, and in less than five minutes we were in rapid gallop to the front.
Upon arriving there we found, as is usually the case in such sudden alarms, that things were by no means so desperate as they had been represented.
Colonel Baker, with the splendid 1st North Carolina regiment, had arrested the bold forward movement of the Yankees.
Pelham, with his guns in favourable position, was soon pouring a rapid fire upon their columns.
The other regiments of the command were sa few thousand horse and ten pieces of artillery, resisted the advance of the whole Federal army, with considerable damage to them and little to ourselves.
Near Middletown we took up a new position.
The 1st North Carolina regiment, under Colonel Baker, and two pieces of artillery, were placed in front of the village, the other regiments and guns on the opposite side, behind a little stream known as Kittochtan Creek.
The covered wooden bridge which spanned the stream was prepared with comb
oming up with our waggons again after so long a separation from them, and at having our negro servants to wait on us and fresh horses for use. Our tents were soon pitched in the garden of a little tavern; and having performed our ablutions, and indulged in a change of linen, we felt once more clean, comfortable, and happy.
In the evening, Pelham and I, mounting our mules, rode very proudly over to the camp of the 1st North Carolina regiment, where we had been invited by its officers, Colonel Baker and Major Gordon, to join them-rare luxury indeed — in a bowl of punch, and where we had a very pleasant symposium, laughing and talking over the adventures of our recent campaign.
The next day passed as quietly as if there had been no enemy within a hundred miles of us, and we became assiduously lazy, lying about on the soft grass, smoking the pipe of placid contentment, if not the calumet of peace.
After an early dinner, I determined to make myself useful in providing for the next mo