and reports kept coming back to us that the enemy was in force a few miles off. In our front, extending as far as one could see, from right to left was a range of mountains, and between us and it, a considerable valley, and nestling at its farther side, near the base of the mountain, was a small village, its tall church spire standing out clear and white against the foliage of the mountain side.
Far away to the right, where the sound of the cannon grew upon the ear, the smoke of the guns became distinct and visible, and the faint rattle of musketry was heard.
Our road seemed descending the side of a considerable declivity.
Very soon a cannon opened in our front, and it was said to be a ‘Johnnie’ battery and some of the men pointed out the position of the enemy on the mountain side.
As we hurried down the side of the valley we could see a line of our troops filing off in the fields towards the village of Burkettsville
; and farther up the side of the hill, a thin line of men, skirmishers, were moving towards the wooded slope of the mountain side.
These were soon fired upon from the timber and returned the fire, and we could see for a short time the puffs of smoke from their rifles.
A turn in the road hid them from our sight, but we were interested in another feature of the entertainment.
The battery which we had seen on the mountain crest farther up, evidently had us in view, for in addition to its report we heard a strange sound, a whistling, singing noise in the distance, and a solid shot flew over us and buried itself in the soft earth across the creek along side which we were now marching.
Instantly many inquiries were made as to what it was, and all about it, and we were told that it was a shot from a Confederate battery fired at us, and that we were now under-fire and within range of the enemy's guns, and might be struck ”