ired when about to be flanked, bringing off forty-five prisoners and inflicting other loss, with a loss on his part of only two killed and six or eight wounded.
General Johnston at once advanced his whole army to Darkesville, six miles from Martinsburg, where we found Jackson awaiting us, and where, for four days, we remained in line of battle, and, with a force of not quite 9,000, threw down the guage to General Patterson, with his upwards of 20,000.
I mingled freely among the men here, having old college mates in nearly every command, and I never saw men more anxious to fight — being eager to be led to attack the enemy at Martinsburg when it seemed settled he would not attack us.
It was while we were at Darkesville that I first came in personal contact with the afterwards world-renowned Stonewall Jackson, who was then a modest Brigadier-General of two days standing.
A col-porteur (a friend of mine) had sent me word that he desired permission to enter our lines to distribute