they refuse to allow to leave, General Johnston has fallen back upon Winchester, where he is quietly awaiting the coming of the enemy with his fifty thousand men, now reported as being the number of his forces.
But I am afraid they will never get any nearer to this place, as they are afraid of the masked batteries that constantly haunt their imaginations, and the stone fences along the road, behind which they believe our sharp-shooters are concealed.
An incident is related of the Rev. Captain Pendleton, of the Artillery, in the recent skirmish, which shows clearly what "stuff he is made of." Having loaded and aimed his piece, he calmly raised his hands and uttering the short prayer, "May the Lord have mercy upon their poor souls," gave the command, fire!
and that ball struck the head of a column, and when the smoke cleared away its path was still visible.
The crops of wheat in this region are unusually good, but there is great difficulty in saving it, as the approach of the