”Wheeler’s cavalry,—th Regiment.”
”Where’s your camp?” said Ben.
”Just behind us; yonder are some of the fires.”
”Well, go back to your post; we are friends,” I said, as Ben caught his horse for him. ”I am Major Smith, of Gen. Johnston’s staff.”
”Yes, sir,” said the poor fellow, who was badly frightened, attempting to make a salute as he rose from the ground, where he had been lying during the colloquy.
We left him and pushed rapidly on to the fires which we saw glimmering through the trees.
Without detailing the halts of the sentinels and our explanations, suffice it to say we reached our quarters in safety, got an hour’s sleep, and rose with the army to continue our ceaseless but gallant retreat.
