hem as long as he had a cartridge in his box, but I thought possibly he might lack discretion.
I rode a short distance in my front and met one of Lazenby's men (I had forgotten his name, but that gallant old comrade, Ned Ewart, came to my rescue a day or two since, and in conversation with him I was informed that this man was Ned Farmer), mounted upon a splendid horse and marching a prisoner beside him. Ned said he had captured him on the lines.
The prisoner stated that he belonged to General Merritt's Cavalry Division.
I sent Farmer with his horse and prisoner to Colonel Mayo.
Farmer telling me that Lazenby was all right, I felt assured.
Soon after that I heard firing along Lazenby's line; he was evidently engaged.
I called the regiment at once to arms, and awaited developments.
The firing on Lazenby's line soon ceased, but I had no report from him. Soon Lieutenant Clarence Haden, of Company B, came in and reported that Lazenby and his whole command had been captured by the e