ad practised a little ruse to blind the eyes of the Cross-Roads villagers — was doubling on the track; he was going after General Hooker, then in the vicinity of Manassas, and thencewhither?
We bivouacked by the roadside under some pines that night, advanced before dawn, drove a detachment of the enemy from Glasscock's Gap, inhe process is exciting, but not uniformly remunerative.
It was the rear of Hancock's corps which we struck not far from Haymarket; there, passing rapidly toward Manassas, about eight hundred yards off, were the long lines of wagons and artillery; and behind these came on the dense blue masses of infantry, the sunshine lighting upasional comedy which lights up the tragedy of war.
The bugle sounded; we got into the saddle again; the columns moved; and that evening we had passed around Manassas, where Hooker's rear force still lingered, and were approaching Fairfax Station through the great deserted camps near Wolf Run Shoals.
The advance pushed on thr