ne hundred of their men. Their dead were piled upon the ground in every direction, while our loss did not exceed twenty men. The First Iowa cavalry escaped wonderfully, considering the position they occupied before the artillery came up. For the space of half an hour the balls flew around us like hail, cutting the limbs from the trees over our heads and all around us, and yet but two men of the regiment were wounded.
Captain Chase, of company C, had two ball-holes in his coat; Orderly Sergeant William A. Clark, who was at the right, by the side of Capt. Chase, had his horse's hip cut by a musket-ball, and private Wilson, of the same company, had a ball put through his hat; with these exceptions we came out of the battle unscathed.
Many of your readers would have felt proud of their noble sons and brothers, had they been where they could have seen them at the time I just referred to — every man in his place, scarcely moving a muscle as the balls whistled by his head, his pistol dra