her regiments than my own, many of whom were my old neighbors and personal friends, and of course I knew more of them than of the other splendid regiments of my brigade.) We fell back under fire until we reached a body of timber, which afforded shelter for our men, after which the enemy retired, and we moved to Columbia Furnace, where the remnant of our division and our artillery, officers and men, had assembled.
A more discomfited looking body I have never imagined.
We had followed Stonewall Jackson up and down the Valley in his great Valley campaign, and when our toils came to an end, we could go to our wagons and enjoy a clean shirt and some of the little comforts that a weary soldier looks forward to. Now we had not even a clean shirt—wagons and all were gone.
Sending out a picket, back to the bushes we betook ourselves for the night, while Rosser repaired to General Early's camp to report.
The next day we moved to the foot of Rude's Hill, and the next day established our pic