The next morning Butterfield's brigade turned into the guard over two hundred and fifty prisoners, two hundred stand of small arms, wagons, tents, cannon, etc., etc.--among the prisoners a major, six or eight captains, a batch of lieutenants — and were ready for another fight, with one regiment on the march toward the South Anna, to accomplish, what I had forgotten to state was the object of our expedition, namely, the cutting the enemy's lines of communication with the forces in front of Banks and McDowell.
There were many noteworthy incidents of the day that have not made part of my description.
A ball struck at the foot of Gen. Porter's horse.
Did you see that?
asked an aid. I see that Butterfield is driving them handsomely, was the quiet reply.
An Irishman of the Seventeenth New-York came up to the General, tugging under a load of three guns on one shoulder, his own at a trail in the other hand, driving three prisoners in gray before him--Sure Gineral, and I have three o
e been on the march for hours.
From Woodstock, which is rather a pleasant village, and, like all the hamlets of this valley, picturesquely planted among the hills, to Edinburgh the advance was without incident.
A military bridge, constructed by Banks, crossing Stony Creek — a swift,, wide stream — is half burned by the flying rebels; but they are now so closely pressed that they have no time to do thoroughly even the work essential to their safety.
In half an hour it is so far repaired that to have been cut to pieces in the unequal fight at Front Royal, and report that not more than forty of their regiment were killed, and that all the rest were captured.
Jackson had with him two thousand prisoners, taken at different times from Gen. Banks's command.
They have been treated with great severity, half-starved, and forced to follow the retreat of his army, whether sick or well.
Officers fell by the roadside from exhaustion and illness, and were forced on at the point of the bayonet