themselves heard and felt.
On the instant the two parties discovered each other, our force received a rattling volley from a hundred carbines.
The effect of this on a trap in a narrow line, moving by the flank in fours, carbines carelessly dangling, may be imagined by those who have “been there.”
The first effect was a recoil; and when the rebels, reinforced by their reserves, dropped their carbines after the first shot and charged us on a run, firing their pistols and yelling like devils, the recoil degenerated into a scrambling, rushing, tumbling panic.
The postillions on the lead horses of Henshaw
's gun were killed by the first shot.
The team to the gun and limber chest was hopelessly entangled in a moment, forming an ugly barricade in the lane behind the staff, escort, and Armstrong
It was a comical panic — as seen from a later hour, when our nerves and wrath had settled and cooled — to those of the staff who had persisted in saying to the general that we were going into a trap.
We enjoyed seeing him “getting out,” as he lay on the opposite side of his horse's neck from the direction in which the leaden compliments were coming --that is, we enjoyed looking back upon this scene and laughing at it. While it was being enacted, we were looking out each for himself, and striving to get out of what we considered a disgraceful dilemma.
The result of this short interview with the enemy was not calculated to flatter our vanity.
We, the general included, had learned that it was not safe to disregard all precautions dictated by the rules of war and common sense and prudence, when we had such men as Morgan
, and Johnson
for enemies, however jaded and toil-worn they and their men might be. We lost a half-dozen men killed and wounded.
Captain R. C. Kise
, Assistant Adjutant General
, and Captain Henshaw
, were captured; Lieutenant Fred W. Price
, of the staff, was wounded, and our gun was carried off by the rebel skirmishers.
And beside, and worse than all, we had made ourselves utterly ridiculous and lost immensely on our stock of pride and self-respect.
By the time this affair, which did not occupy more than twenty minutes, was over, the fog had entirely disappeared, and Morgan
's lines were within easy view of our forces on the hill.
“Business” was now the order.
The Fifth Indiana, Colonel Butler
, was ordered to move down the road from which all had just been stampeded.
Throwing out a strong line of skirmishers, dismounted, the regiment advanced briskly, forming a line as soon as the ground would permit.
The Fourteenth Illinois followed close in the rear as a reserve.
The Eleventh Kentucky made a detour to the right, and swung around to form on Butler
When this movement was well under way, I heard, as I rode in advance of the