a victory; for it was obvious that a mounted force would not allow a detachment of infantry to march two miles through open woods by night without renewing the fight, unless they themselves had suffered a good deal.
On arrival at the landing, seeing that there was to be no immediate affray, I sent most of the men on board, and called for volunteers to remain on shore with me and hold the plantation-house till morning.
They eagerly offered; and I was glad to see them, when posted as sentinels by Lieutenants Hyde
, who stayed with me, pace their beats as steadily and challenge as coolly as veterans, though of course there was some powder wasted on imaginary foes.
Greatly to my surprise, however, we had no other enemies to encounter.
We did not yet know that we had killed the first lieutenant
of the cavalry, and that our opponents had retreated to the woods in dismay, without daring to return to their camp.
This at least was the account we heard from prisoners afterwards, and was evidently the tale current in the neighborhood, though the statements published in Southern newspapers did not correspond.
Admitting the death of Lieutenant Jones
, the Tallahassee Floridian of February 14th stated that “Captain Clark
, finding the enemy in strong force, fell back with his command to camp, and removed his ordnance and commissary and other stores, with twelve negroes on their way to the enemy, captured on that day.”
In the morning, my invaluable surgeon, Dr. Rogers
, sent me his report of killed and wounded; and I have been since permitted to make the following extracts from his notes: “One man killed instantly by ball through the heart, and seven wounded, one of whom will die. Braver men never lived.
One man with two bullet-holes through ”