One or two of my men lost their way, and are probably in the hands of the enemy.
I marched from Chambersburg to Leesburg, 90 miles, with only one hour's halt, in thirty-six hours, including a forced passage of the Potomac — a march without a parallel in history.
The results of this expedition, in a moral and political point of view, can hardly be estimated, and the consternation among property-holders in Pennsylvania was beyond description.
I am specially indebted to Captain B. I.
White (C. S. Cavalry) and to Messrs Hugh Logan and Harbaugh, whose skilful guidance was of immense service to me.
My Staff are entitled to the highest praise for untiring energy in the discharge of their duties.
I enclose a map of the expedition, drawn by Captain W. W. Blackford to accompany this report; also a copy of orders enforced during the march.
Believing that the hand of God was clearly manifested in the signal deliverance of my command from danger and the crowning success attendi
fast as our steeds would carry us to the rear, followed by our pursuers shouting and firing after us to their hearts' content.
Resistance when so completely out-numbered would have been folly; and accordingly I had the pleasure of seeing our General, who had now lost all doubts as to the real character of these cavalrymen, for once run from the enemy.
The Yankees soon slackened their pace, however, and at last gave up the chase altogether, when we halted, and General Stuart despatched Captain White of our Staff to Fitz Lee, with the order to send on one of his regiments as quickly as possible, and to follow slowly himself with the remainder of his brigade.
After an anxious half-hour the regiment came up, and we had the satisfaction of turning the tables on our pursuers and driving them before us as rapidly as we had fled before them.
The feeble light of the moon was now nearly extinguished by the clouds scudding rapidly across the sky. General Stuart and his Staff were trotting a
t a part where it was too high for them to follow, I soon left my pursuers far behind.
I had not galloped many hundred yards further, however, when I overtook Captain White of our Staff, who had received a shot-wound in his neck, and was so weak as scarcely to be able to keep himself up in the saddle.
Having to support my woundedof escape.
Suddenly, however, the Yankees gave up the pursuit, and I was enabled to draw bridle after a very exciting run. A courier happening to pass, I left Captain White in his charge, and hastened once more to the front, full of anxiety as to the final result of the conflict.
To my great astonishment, as I rode on I could see of the 2d North Carolina; General William Lee, Colonel Butler, and many other officers of rank, were among the wounded.
Our Staff had suffered very severely: Captain White wounded, Lieutenant Goldsborough taken prisoner, and the gallant Captain Farley killed.
after innumerable escapes from the perils into which hi