a portion of the wagon train.
General Johnston cut off the insignia of his rank from his coat, and seizing a mule, the driver having fled, he mounted the warlike animal bareback, rode back behind where the outfit had been captured, organized a force of stragglers and recaptured the whole line.
A cause that had such grit as that in its defence, deserved success.
But we hasten to a conclusion, regretting the incompleteness of a task which has been both pleasing and sad.
At dawn on the 9th of April, the scene of a bloody midnight skirmish is passed.
Gordon's command, of which the 23rd Regiment is a part, moves with spirit against a body of infantry which after a volley falls back precipitately, and once more the rebel yell of victory cheers on our brave boys.
But suddenly and strangely a halt is ordered, and the command marched from vigorous pursuit in the direction of the town.
The whole army is massing in the vicinity of the courthouse—and see, there are Federal officers ridin