horse, saves himself with his devoted Yankee bunting. Another instance is also worthy of publicity. Private Brown, of company H, Fifth North Carolina cavalry, a mere stripling, dashes into the heavy ranks of the First Maine regiment, and encounters an athletic Yankee captain, who, with a stunning blow with his broad sabre, knocks the lad from his horse; at the same instant the Yankee captain's horse was shot from under him. Just as this brave lad was rising from the ground his eye caught the situation of his antagonist, and raising the butt of his gun, commenced clubbing the Yankee, who lustily cried out .for quarter. The brave boy had the satisfaction of seeing him subsequently shipped to the Libby. At this point the Yankees had settled down to have a good time, for a while at least, from the number of chickens, geese, eggs, &c., they had collected into camp — some with their heads just wrung off, some half picked; while eggs, boiled and unshelled, lay in profusion around. The ladies' pantries had contributed no little to the occasion, as pickle-jars and preserve-cans lay scattered about around their camp-fires. Amid these spoils also lay a number of dead and wounded Yankees. A remarkable instance of immediate retribution came under our observation on this part of the field. Just at the head of a dead Yankee, who had fallen near the roadside, lay a large fine preserve-can, with its rich contents scattered around the unhappy wretch's head. The peculiar cause and circumstance of his death was some subject of remark, when a little North Carolina lad curtly replied, “Ah, boys! He took his sweetened.” The Yankee loss was quite severe — nearly all killed outright; about fifty prisoners were taken. Our loss was principally in wounded. The whole column was again formed, pursued on, and came up with the Yankees near the railroad. A charge was ordered. Colonel Andrews, of the Second North Carolina, gallantly led his regiment forward, closely followed by the other two regiments of the brigade. The first position of the Yankees was carried, but on reaching their second position it was discovered that the enemy had effectually barricaded the road, and had his artillery so posted as to rake it with a most galling fire. The charging column here retired in good order, losing several men and horses by the Yankee grape and canister thrown among them. Dismounted men were now thrown forward, and we succeeded in ousting the enemy from his strong position, driving him steadily down the road till dark, and forcing him to take position behind the railroad. Here our wearied columns were halted, the tired trooper was relieved from his saddle, and reposed till morning. In the meantime, Generals Stuart and Fitz Lee came up with the enemy at Yellow Tavern, but, being terribly outnumbered, they managed to maintain their ground and inflict heavy loss upon the enemy. Here, in one of those desperate charges, at the-head of a charging column, the gallant and chivalrous Stuart fell, mortally wounded — an irreparable loss to our cause. His many gallant and daring deeds, and glorious exploits, will challenge the admiration of the world. He was best known and loved by his troopers. His frank and agreeable face always cheered them in the camp, the march and the bivouac. His bright, flashing eye, and clear, ringing voice, inspired and nerved them in the hour of battle.
A noble soul to liberty born--In this engagement our loss was pretty severe. Colonel H. Clay Pate, and Lieutenant-Colonel Robert Randolph, were also killed — both of them brave and accomplished officers. Colonel Henry Clay Pate was a native of Western Virginia. He gained some distinction for gallantry as a partisan leader in Kansas during the troubles which attended the formation of a government in that Territory, and on the breaking out of the present war raised a battalion of cavalry in this city, which was soon after merged into the Fifth Virginia cavalry, when he was promoted to the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel. He served through the principal battles in Virginia; and, after the promotion of Colonel Rosser to the rank of Brigadier, he was advanced to the command of the regiment. But a few months have elapsed since this event. Colonel Pate was about thirty-three years of age, and had been married for about two years. He was a gallant and daring officer, and one whose loss will be much regretted. On Thursday morning the enemy were still on the same road, moving toward Richmond, but closely pressed by General Gordon, who came up with the Yankee rear near Brook Church, about a mile from the last line of fortifications. The Yankees turned down a road leading to Mechanicsville. Here we were reinforced by a regiment, or a portion of a regiment of infantry, which we hoped would assist in arresting the raiders. They were placed by General Gordon on each flank, in the place of dismounted men, with orders to double-quick and charge the enemy's dismounted men simultaneously with the cavalry charge. Our boys raised the yell, and were going in, when the necessary support failed. The command was then forced to dismount and advance as skirmishers, which was done immediately, steadily driving the enemy's skirmishers, when the recreant infantry were again ordered forward by General Gordon; but the only execution they did was by firing into our dismounted men, who were far in the advance, killing two and wounding several. They then fell back upon the road. This bad conduct was retrieved by some true men, four of whom we know personally; and we would have fared better had there been more. They expressed mortification at the course pursued by their comrades, and their action and conduct
A noble soul for liberty died!