thout delay General Stuart posted a portion of his men on either side of the embankment, with orders to fire if the train refused to stop at the station.
The train moved slowly nearer and nearer, puffing off the steam, and we could soon perceive that it was laden with soldiers, most of them being in open carriages.
As the command to stop was disregarded, but on the contrary the movement of the train was accelerated, firing began along our whole line.
The engine-driver was shot down by Captain Farley, to whom I had lent my blunderbuss; but before the deadly bullet reached him he had put the train in somewhat quicker motion, so that we could not make ourselves masters of it.
A battle of the strangest description now arose.
Some of the soldiers in the train returned our fire, others sprang out to save themselves by flight, or lay down flat at the bottom of the carriages.
The train, though its motion had been quickened, was not going at so rapid a pace that we could not keep up w
the happiest ride of my life.
The enemy seemed completely paralysed by the shouts of our troops, and as we soon received reinforcements from Jackson's corps, and began to assume the offensive, they retreated rapidly along the road by which they had advanced.
Stuart now came back to us, and was so delighted that he threw his arms round my neck and said, My dear Von, is not this glorious?
you must immediately gallop over with me to congratulate old Stonewall on his splendid success.
Captain Farley, Captain Blackford, and Lieutenant Dabney joined us, and after a short and rapid ride we reached the magnificent scene of our magnificent victory, just in time to witness the formal ceremony of the surrender of the garrison, a sight which was certainly one of the grandest I ever saw in my life.
From what I have already said of Harper's Ferry, the reader who has never visited the spot may have learned that in regard to natural beauty it is exceeded by few localities on the surface of
ers, and the rest of them driven into rapid flight, pursued closely by the Confederates.
Captain Farley, who served as a volunteer aide-de-camp on the Staff of General Stuart, was Captain Farley, who served as a volunteer aide-de-camp on the Staff of General Stuart, was a very remarkable young man. He was by birth a South Carolinian, but he entered the service quite independently of all State military organisations.
Promotions and commissions had been frequently offBrandy Station a shell from a Federal battery terminated his heroic exploits with his life.
Captain Farley was of medium stature, but he was sinewy, and strongly built, and capable of great endurancein the saddle to put an end to the chase with a single stroke of my sabre, when, at the crack of Farley's pistol, the fugitive, shot through the back, tumbled from his horse in the dust.
Yet a little further Farley and myself continued in pursuit of the flying Federals, and then returned to rejoin General Stuart.
While slowly retracing my steps, I discovered the unfortunate captain, lying aga
Our artillery had lost many men and horses; our cavalry, having been exposed all day to a murderous fire, had also suffered severely, and our sharpshooters were unable any longer to resist the double and triple lines of Federal tirailleurs, which were again and again sent against them.
General Stuart accordingly determined to retreat to Upperville, and ordered me to recall our dismounted men all along the line.
To obey this order, I had to ride to our extreme right, where Captain Farley, with a small body of riflemen, occupied some hay-stacks, which he had held all day against the vastly superior numbers of the enemy.
As I was the only man on horseback in range of the Yankee carbines, I was exposed for the whole distance to a heavy fusillade; but returning was yet more perilous, for having to ride between the enemy and our own troops, the former hotly pursuing, and the latter, in their dogged retreat, returning with spirit every shot that was sent after them, I was sub
h poor in viands it was rich in good fellowship, in mirth and anecdote and song.
On this excursion, of which we had animated accounts from Stuart and Lawley, Captain Farley had executed another of those daring feats for which he was so famous, and the recital of it called forth the highest compliments of our whole dinner-party.
plantation-house, doubtless in the hope of obtaining eatables for themselves or forage for their horses.
As soon as they had dismounted and entered the dwelling, Farley rode up, and, confronting the astonished officers with his revolver, said, Gentlemen, you are my prisoners; make the least outcry to your men for assistance and I will blow your brains out.
The brave colonel and adjutant, finding it was the best they could do, surrendered at discretion; and Farley brought them quietly into our lines, with their excellent and well-equipped horses, away from their regiment, which was marching along at a distance of only a few hundred yards. The astonishment
fficers of rank, were among the wounded.
Our Staff had suffered very severely: Captain White wounded, Lieutenant Goldsborough taken prisoner, and the gallant Captain Farley killed.
after innumerable escapes from the perils into which his brilliant gallantry led him, his fate had overtaken him at last, and he died Farley!
after innumerable escapes from the perils into which his brilliant gallantry led him, his fate had overtaken him at last, and he died as heroically as he had lived.
While riding towards the enemy, side by side with Colonel Butler, a shell which passed clean through their horses, killed both these, shattered at the same time one of Butler's legs below the knee, and carried off one of Farley's close up to the body.
When the surgeon arrived he naturally wished toFarley's close up to the body.
When the surgeon arrived he naturally wished to attend first to the Captain as the more dangerously wounded, but this the brave young fellow positively refused, saying that Colonel Butler's life was more valuable to the country than his own, and he felt he should soon die. Two hours afterwards he was a corpse.
We passed the night at a farmhouse close to the battle-field; but