, who had his headquarters near the picket line in the yard of a mansion about six hundred yards from our camp.
A farm road ran from the New Baltimore Pike
to this house and continued to another house a quarter of a mile farther on. We picketed this road between these two houses.
About one hundred yards from the General
's tent, near the house, and to the left, the brigade band was camped.
In the orchard at the right the headquarters tents were pitched.
The house and orchard were surrounded by a high and strongly built fence.
The attack was made about two o'clock in the morning.
The 96th Penn. was on picket duty.
The squad rode boldly up to the picket on post.
He halted them and asked who they were and their reply was, ‘Cavalry men, friends, returning from a scout.’
He ordered them to dismount, advance, and give the countersign.
The leader rode up quickly presented his revolver at the picket's head and ordered him to surrender.
Instead he leveled his gun and the leader fired into his face, jumped his horse on him, knocked him down, and with his company rode up to the house.
Coming to the band tents and mistaking them for the General
's, the attackers fired into them and one shot pierced the bass drum.
Others of the party discovering the mistake rode round in front and made the General
's tent their target.
Roused by the firing he jumped up, seized his revolver, and running out into the orchard began to return the fire.
By this time the camps were aroused and the long roll sounded.
We all tumbled out and on a run made for headquarters, but the Rebs had made good their escape.
, ready and intrepid soldier that he was, had seized his revolver instead of his pants, and fought his would-be captors in the uniform nature had furnished him. He got scratched up some with briars, ”