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d he died in harness. It was on the very same evening, I believe, that while commanding the rear-guard of Jackson, he formed the design of flanking and attacking the enemy's infantry, and sent to Jackson for troops. A brave associate, Colonel Bradley Johnson, described him at that moment, when the bolt was about to fall: He was riding at the head of the column with General Ewell, his black face in a blaze of enthusiasm. Every feature beamed with the joy of the soldier. He was gesticulatingmusketry resounded from the bushes along a fence on the edge of the forest, where the enemy were posted. Ashby rushed to the assault with the fiery enthusiasm of his blood. Advancing at the head of the Fifty-eighth Virginia in front, while Colonel Johnson with the Marylanders attacked the enemy in flank, he had his horse shot under him, but sprang up, waving his sword, and shouting, Virginians, charge! These words were his last. From the enemy's line, now within fifty yards, came a storm of
4, the day of the battle of Winchester, his first defeat, we can give statistics nearly official, procured from an officer of rank who held a high command during the campaign, and who had every opportunity of knowing. Early's infantry consisted of Gordon's Division2,000 Ramseur's Division2,000 Rodes' Division2,500 Breckenridge's Division1,800 Total Infantry8,300 Cavalry-Fitz Lee's Division Wickham's Brigade1,000 Lomax's old Brigade6000 Lomax's Division McCauseland's Brigade800 Johnson's Brigade700 Imboden's Brigade400 Jackson's Brigade300 Total Cavalry3,800 Artillery Three Battalions Light Artillery40 guns One Battalion Horse Artillery12 guns Total guns52 guns About one thousand artillerists. This recapitulation embraces all the forces of Early's command. General Sheridan, according to official statements, had under his command over thirty-five thousand muskets, eight thousand sabres, and a proportionate quantity of artillery. The force of Sheridan is n
He has been so persistently described as a desperado, such as infests the outskirts of civilization, that some impression must have been made by his traducers. Dr. Johnson said that almost anything could be accomplished by incessantly talking about it; and so many people have reiterated these charges against Colonel Mosby, that a commanded the whole district, with his headquarters in the small village of Fairfax. Mosby formed the design of capturing General Stoughton, Colonel Wyndham, Colonel Johnson, and other officers; and sent scouts to the neighbourhood to ascertain the force there. They brought word that a strong body of infantry and artillery was atself dressed, mounted, and ready to set out — a prisoner. Several staff officers had also been captured, and a considerable number of horses-Colonels Wyndham and Johnson eluded the search for them. Deciding not to burn the public stores which were in the houses, Mosby then mounted all his prisoners — some thirty-five, I believe,
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rly years of the late war, and to its first arena, the country between Manassas and the Potomac. Let us, therefore, leave the present year, 1866, of which many persons are weary, and return to 1861, of which many never grow tired talking-1861, with its joy, its laughter, its inexperience, and its confiding simplicity, when everybody thought that the big battle on the shores of Bull's Run had terminated the war at one blow. At that time the present writer was attached to Beauregard's or Johnson's Army of the Potomac, and had gone with the advance force of the army, after Manassas, to the little village of Vienna-General Bonham commanding the detachment of a brigade or so. Here we duly waited for an enemy who did not come; watched his mysterious balloons hovering above the trees, and regularly turned out whenever one picket (gray) fired into another (gray). This was tiresome, and one day in August I mounted my horse and set forward toward Fairfax Court-House, intent on visitin
d. The first Maryland--as fine a regiment- Who's your Colonel? Bradley Johnson. Well, arrest me, and take me to him. The Captain laughed. That the large field, through whose window a light shone. In this house Colonel Bradley Johnson had established his headquarters. Iii. The Captain knocked; was I following. A prisoner, Colonel, said the Captain. Ah! said Colonel Bradley Johnson, who was lying on his camp bed. At my own request, Colonel. And pulling off one of a huge pair of gauntlets, I stuck a paper at him. Colonel Johnson-than whom no braver soldier or more delightful companion exists-glanced atd wishing that they had never been born. With a friendly good-night to Colonel Johnson, whose hard work in the field since that time has made his name familiar tccount of How I was arrested. I have spoken of the courier supplied me by Colonel Johnson, and this worthy certainly turned out the most remarkable of guides. Afte
e sent to the public stables which the fine horses of the General and his staff officers occupied, with instructions to carry them off without noise. Another party was sent to Colonel Wyndham's headquarters to take him prisoner. Another to Colonel Johnson's, with similar orders. Taking six men with him, Captain Mosby, who proceeded upon sure information, went straight to the headquarters of Brigadier-General Stoughton. The Captain entered his chamber without much ceremony, and found h. Hundreds of horses were left, for fear of encumbering the retreat. The other parties were less successful. Colonel Wyndham had gone down to Washington on the preceding day; but his A. A. General and Aide-de-camp were made prisoners. Colonel Johnson having received notice of the presence of the party, succeeded in making his escape. It was now about half-past 3 in the morning, and it behoved Captain Mosby, unless he relished being killed or captured, to effect his retreat. Time was