the Lieutenant mounted the first citizen's horse he came to, and ordered Vest and myself to mount ourselves and follow him. This we did with dispatch, the rest of the men holding the ground we had gained. The horse I fell heir to proved to be Thomas'. He was as swift as the wind and nimble as a cat. Hence he was not long forging his way by the side of Vest, who had gotten a start of me, both gaining considerably on our leader, who had just turned a bend in the road, when two shots were fired, striking the Lieutenant in the face and head with buckshot and knocking him from his horse, mortally wounded. Henry Ent, a blacksmith in Sandy Spring, armed with a double-barrel gun, had concealed himself behind a cedar tree, close to the road, and as the Lieutenant passed, he fired the fatal shots, and then fled through the thick underbush and dense forest. Vest and I retraced our way to the rest of the men with the sad news of our great loss. The command now devolved upon Randolph, who, in his usual cool way, said: ‘Mount your horses boys, and follow me.’ As though by a funeral dirge, we marched slowly to the spot where the Lieutenant lay wounded. What a sad scene. Although we were in danger of being attacked by the combined forces of the soldiers and citizens, we secured from a farmer nearby a wagon and conveyed our wounded commander to the kind man's house, where all was done by his brother, who remained with him, and the ladies of the house, to make his last moments comfortable, until death closed the scene. Brune now retired to his horse and endeavored to overtake us, but was intercepted by a body of Federal cavalay, and taken to the ‘Old Capitol,’ at Washington, a prisoner, where he remained until the close of the war. The rest of our party, now reduced to eight, our original number, made our way to Virginia, taking the peak of the ‘Sugar-Loaf Mountain’ as our guide and inspiration, for this overlooked our place of safety—Virginia. The dreary and lonely ride was made in silence and without incident, reaching the mountains about noon, where we rested until dark, when a lady who had two sons in White's Battalion, invited us to supper, and informed us that the pickets on the river had been ordered to Virginia on a raid. This seemed proverbial. After partaking of the hospitality of our benefactress, we crossed the ‘Rubicon’ in safety—the end of a most eventful raid. John Randolph made a report to Colonel Mosby of our sad casualty, who was much distressed at the loss of such a promising young officer.
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Lane 's Corps of sharpshooters.
A secret-service episode [from the Richmond, Va. , Dispatch, October 21 , 1900 .]
Harper's Ferry and first Manassas .
Much fire but little fighting.
Glowing tribute to General R. E. Lee .
Very complete roll [from the Richmond , A., Dispatch, September 16th , 1900 .]
The Confederate States Navy and a brief history of what became of it. [from the Richmond, Va. Times December 30 , 1900 .]
How Lieut. Walter Bowie of Mosby 's command met his end. [from the Richmond, Va. , Times, June 23 , 1900 .
The correspondence of Gen. Robt. E. Lee .
The case of the South against the North . [from New Orleans Picayune , December 30th , 1900 .]
Official report of the history Committee of the Grand Camp C. V., Department of Virginia .
The natal day of General Robert Edward Lee
A Sketch of the life and career of Hunter Holmes McGuire , M. D., Ll. D.
Dr. McGuire in the Army .
Thomas R. R. Cobb .
Gen. P. G. T. Beauregard .
How Hagood saved Petersburg .
Crenshaw Battery , Pegram 's Battalion , Confederate States Artillery .
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