I rode by, to mount, all but one, and follow me. I got to where the bridge once was (now burned down) in time, and, dismounting, sailed right in. (This is the life I think I was cut out for.) The rebels had fired on my men while unloading the corn, but they paid dear for it, as they left five on the field, and we drove the others from the position.
I could scarcely keep my men from jumping into the river and going after them.
I, of course, had sent to camp to say we were fighting, and Major Stewart came down to us, without bringing a man with him, saying, afterward: Good gracious, Cap., I knew you and your fellows could take care of yourselves.
He arrived while we were fighting, and rode right in among us. I shouted for him to dismount, that they were firing up the gully, and he might get hit. Let them fire and be d — d, said he, dismounting and throwing down his coat and gloves.
(I lost my gloves in the fight.) Said he, Cap., give me one of them things.
I handed him my carbine,