do not conduct this column over this swamp I will have you tied to your horse and send you in front.
The result was we moved rapidly across, rather boggy in some places, dismounted, sent the horses back and deployed in open order, as far as a hundred men would reach.
With that formation we were immediately in Wilson's rear.
Daylight was near at hand when we moved up and opened fire before the enemy had any knowledge of our presence.
The scene that followed baffles description; as Old Bill McKinley says, the fur flew.
When General Hampton heard our fire in Wilson's rear he pushed forward to the main line and our friends, the Yankees, were literally between two fires.
There was but one thing for them to do—get out of that neck of woods, and they did so without ceremony or leave.
They were completely demoralized; they would rush through our thin line of skirmishers in squads of twenty or thirty, decorated with all kinds of paraphernalia they had stolen from the people on their