ecked, and two battleflags, about which some brave men fell into ranks, with Fitz Lee in the centre, served as a rallying point where our regiments were quickly reformed.
We then withdrew leisurely in the direction of Sharpsburg, and were not further pressed.
The killed and wounded.
In this brief and ill-starred encounter the 9th regiment lost two officers and sixteen men killed and mortally wounded, and ten men captured.
Among the killed were Lieutenant Fowlkes, of Lunenburg, and Frank Oliver, of Essex—two very gallant men.
Captain Hughlett, who was dismounted early in the action by the falling of his horse, remained in concealment in the corn throughout the day, and was a sad and silent witness of the burial of his dead comrades by the enemy.
Under cover of darkness, he sought food at the hands of a woman who was strongly Union in sentiment and had two sons in the Federal army.
She relieved his hunger, and being strengthened at her hands, he made his way into our lines a