ing, and were then within one mile of us.
I have seen many sudden transitions of the facial muscles; many a dull eye beam brighter with the inward-wrought scintillation of a powerful emotion, but none to surpass the calm but haughty look of defiance with which our gallant Colonel ordered the formation of our line of battle, or the alacrity displayed by those under his command, on this occasion.
Immediately on the formation of our line of battle, Company "A" and the Quitman Guard, Capt. Ben. Gardner, were ordered to the opposite side of the village, where the enemy were approaching.--Our little band, of not more than seventy-five men, marched off with song and shout to meet an unknown number of the enemy.
Not a cheek blanched nor a muscle quivered.
When within six hundred yards of the foe, we saw them drawn up in battle array, partially concealed by a brick house and thick cluster of trees.
They had both cavalry and infantry.
Our squad (for you can call it nothing more) were h