He added that he should start in fifteen minutes, and my best chance of meeting General Stuart was to ride with the regiment.
It was marvellous to see how recently these unmilitary-looking troopers obeyed the orders of their colonel, and with what discipline and rapidity the breaking up of the camp was managed.
I suffered the whole regiment, 800 strong, to pass me, that I might observe more narrowly its composition.
The scrutiny called forth my admiration.
The men were all Virginians, whose easy and graceful seat betrayed the constant habit of horseback exercise, and they were mounted mostly on blooded animals, some of which the most ambitious Guardsman or the most particular swell in London would have been glad to show off in Hyde Park.
Looking back across three eventful years to that morning's march, I realise how little it was in my thought that my lot should be knit so closely with that of these brave fellows in fatigue and in fight, and that I should have to mour
g back, taking many prisoners.
The rest of the day we were busy in burying the dead and taking care of the wounded.
I occupied myself chiefly with nursing Captain Redmond Burke of our Staff, who, while charging gallantly by my side, had received a bullet in the leg. We bivouacked on the battle-field, which is now a desert where the bones of men and animals are bleaching on every hand.
Many fights afterwards took place on the same ground, and the place is historic.
Future generations of Virginians, as they pick up rusted bits of shell, and bullets, and fragments of broken weapons, with which the whole field has been so often strewn, will recall with pride the noble deeds done by their fathers in the battles at Brandy Station.
During the night and early in the morning a large party of our army had arrived in the vicinity of Brandy Station, and soon after day-light the boom of artillery from Jackson's corps, which was in advance, announced to us that Old Stonewall