a corn field into our flank.
We had scarcely gotten out of the town before our colonel's (W. H. F. Lee) horse was killed, and he, falling heavily on the 'pike, had to take flight, dust-covered and bruised, through the field on the left.
Captain Hughlett's horse fell in like manner on the edge of the town, and he, leaping the railing, found concealment in a dense patch of growing corn.
In the middle of the turnpike were piles of broken stone, placed there for repairing the roadway.
On thesrief and ill-starred encounter the 9th regiment lost two officers and sixteen men killed and mortally wounded, and ten men captured.
Among the killed were Lieutenant Fowlkes, of Lunenburg, and Frank Oliver, of Essex—two very gallant men.
Captain Hughlett, who was dismounted early in the action by the falling of his horse, remained in concealment in the corn throughout the day, and was a sad and silent witness of the burial of his dead comrades by the enemy.
Under cover of darkness, he sough