my grateful commendation of the brave men whose devotion to duty enabled them, in order and out of order, to meet with prompt and bold alacrity every emergency of their notable advance?
The cost to us of this glorious work is the sad part of the story.
We carried into the battle five hundred and twenty-one officers and men. Of these eighty-eight were killed, one hundred and sixty-four wounded and seventeen missing. The missing were killed or wounded, with one exception.
A little boy, Josey Powell, fifteen years of age, remained on the field with his brother, who, in the moment of victory, just after the last line that I charged was broken, was mortally wounded by a shell from that battery up the road (D. H. Hill's). The little fellow was captured, and was not wounded.
He was permitted by his guard to join me on the road to the hospital, and by the authorities there to remain with me during our captivity.
Our loss in killed and wounded in this action was really two hundred and
ull of confidence, eager to redeem the cavalry mishaps in the Valley.
He, Rosser, instantly pressed Custer on the back and middle roads, attacking him at Brock's Gap, through which Dry river enters the North Fork, about twenty seven miles from Woodstock, and Lomax moved down the Valley against Merrit.
This officer camped the following day within two miles of Woodstock, and Custer near Columbia Furnace.
The rearguard of this column, says Torbert, referring to Custer, was fighting all day.
Powell, in the Luray Valley, kept his relative position with the other forces by moving down to Milford.
Early's infantry arrived at New Market, and Sheridan's, the next day, at Strasburg, while Merrit, covering the rear, reached Tom's Brook, which crosses the Valley three miles south of the town, at the foot of Round Top. (From Round Top I have stated the signal officer can see everything in the Valley for miles.) Thence Torbert hurried him back to the aid of Custer, whose rearguard had been har