All at once I saw two men in the road; they were Union soldiers--infantry--skirmishers.
Before I could speak to them I was aware of the fact that an advancing line of our skirmishers was on either side of me.
"Hello, here!" cried one of them; "who are you?"
"Keep your place in line, Private Lewis," said an officer, coming up, "I'll attend to that man."
"Privates Jones and George, halt! Skirmishers, fill intervals to the right!"
Two men came to the lieutenant.
"Who are you, sir?" asked the lieutenant.
"Private Berwick, Eleventh Massachusetts," said I.
"Do you know anything of the enemy? Speak quick!"
"They are this side of Lee's Mill, Lieutenant, but I got lost in the night, and I don't even know where I am now. About fifty of their cavalry went by ten minutes ago."