better discipline or fight more obstinately and bravely than those men under their heroic old general.
As we approached the home of Mr. Joseph B. Wilson, of Amelia county, we halted and formed lines in the open fields surrounding his house, and the writer, who knew him and his family well and had often shared their hospitality, rode up to the house and warned them to seek safety in the cellar, as we would attempt to check the enemy there.
Whilst conversing with Mr. Wilson, his little girl, Judy, ran up and threw her arms around my neck, exclaiming, Oh, don't let the Yankees come!
I never wished so heartily that I had been a host within myself.
I had not the heart to tell her that we could only keep those people back for a little while and then we must retreat.
So I gently disengaged the child's arms, and told her we would try, but she must make haste and hide, for we would soon be fighting all around her house.
Thus reassured, she quickly dried her tears, and ran back into th