We were ordered out to relieve Robertson's Brigade, and soon we were engaged in another fight with the enemy's cavalry in the pouring rain. We held our ground and drove them back. Late in the day I was directed by Major Lipscomb to go and select a place to bivouac in. I picked out a grove on the Upperville Pike, and there we settled down for the night.

With a premonition that there would be business on the morrow, while grazing my horse I had cut a bundle of clover with my hunting knife, thinking that my duties as adjutant might prevent any chance of my horse grazing in the morning. This I used as a bed, and drawing my revolver round to the front, buttoning up my overcoat and pulling my oilcloth over me, I went supperless to bed. The oilcloth and overcoat kept me (and my pistol, more important than myself,) tolerably dry above, but the water crept up from below through the clover, and my back and about one-half of my body was wet all night. Tired nature asserted herself, however, and while I was aware of the discomfort, I slept through it all.

UPPERVILLE.

The morning of 21st June came. The rain ceased, and the mists disappeared before the rising sun of the beautiful Sabbath day. Two squadrons were sent at once to the front under Captain Gary and Captain Chestnut, and the rest of the regiment were ordered to graze their horses. About nine o'clock we were ordered to the front and were soon engaged with the advancing enemy. The fight began on the Upperville turnpike and about three miles west of Middleburg, with the village of Upperville in the rear. We had present only four regiments of Hampton's Brigade, the First South Carolina and the Phillips Legion being absent. The Second South Carolina Cavalry and the Cobb Legion were on the north side of the pike, and under the command of Colonel P. M. B. Young, of the Cobb Legion. The other two regiments of Hampton's Brigade were on the south side of the pike, under the command of Colonel L. S. Baker, of the First North Carolina. The Jeff Davis Legion being next to us and the First North Carolina on the extreme right.

As the fight progressed I could see the enemy were moving heavy bodies of infantry over to our right, evidently with the

intention of turning our right flank. I could distinguish the infantry by the close order in which they marched, and the gleam of their bayonets as they came into view, passing over a crest of hill where the woods were sparse. As we afterwards learned, this was Vincent's Brigade, over 1,500 strong, and largely outnumbering our entire brigade. In the meanwhile our brigade was fighting in front of us the three brigades of Gregg's Calvary Division. Far over to our left we could see the smoke of battle and hear the roar of cannon where an attack was at the same time being made on the brigades of Robertson, Jones and Wm. H. Lee, the latter under the command of Colonel Chambliss, General Lee having been severely wounded at Brandy Station.

These forces were holding the other road, and were engaged with the three brigades of Buford's Division of Federal cavalry. The two roads came together in our rear at or near Upperville. It was apparent at once that even if we held our front, and the forces of our right or left were driven back, we would have to retire to save ourselves from capture. After fighting several hours the Federal infantry succeeded in outflanking our right by their overpowering numbers and that part of our line had to retreat. The Jeff Davis Legion, next to us, was the last of the line, on the other side of the pike, to fall back, and the right flank of Colonel Young's two regiments was then left entirely unprotected. At this juncture the enemy in front of us came rushing on with cheers; but were met and checked by a steady fire of our sharpshooters. One officer on a handsome gray horse was particularly conspicuous by his daring attempts to lead his men in a charge up to our lines. He rode ahead of them and came within seventy yards of us. Major Lipscomb ordered William F. Jackson and Jacob Berg, of Company B, who were mounted and acting as couriers for him, to fire on this officer. They both fired at him, but he remained unhurt, although Jackson was a fine rifle shot. His horse was, however, restive, and I suppose disturbed his aim. Berg asked Major Lipscomb to allow him to dismount, saying, "I think I can get him then, Major." On receiving permission, Berg sprang to the ground, and at the crack of his rifle the officer on the gray horse wheeled and dashed in a gallop to the rear of the dismounted Federal skirmishers. He was evidently badly wounded, but managed for the time to keep his

saddle. The enemy now ceased cheering, but poured in a rapid fire on us from their repeating Spencer rifles, to which our sharpshooters replied by a steady fire from their old-fashioned muzzleloaders. Colonel Young ordered me to go to General Hampton and say to him that all our troops on the other side of the pike had retired, and he was left without any support, but was able to hold his position as long as it might be necessary; and ask what orders he had for him.

I found General Hampton on a ridge in the rear overlooking the battle. He was as calm and composed as if no battle was in progress, and the only evidence of anxiety he showed was to ride forward from his staff and inquire: "Well, Moore, what is it?" I delivered Colonel Young's message, and he at once said: "Tell Colonel Young to fall back to the next crest, I am going to make a stand there." Just then a limber chest, of one of Hart's guns blew up. His battery was in the rear of Colonel Young's two regiments, and, under their protection, was pouring a heavy fire into the enemy. As the limber chest exploded, dismounting the gun, an immense cloud of smoke arose obscuring all for the instant, and the next moment the four horses came galloping out, hurrying to escape the scene of death behind them. General Hampton quietly remarked: "Well, I am afraid Hart has lost a gun this time." We retired in perfect order and took up a new line of battle on the next crest; but it was impossible to bring off Hart's gun, so it had to be abandoned. It was one of two rifled Blakeley guns bought by General Hampton in Europe and presented to the battery by him, and was highly prized by the men.

After holding this crest for a time, evidently intending to make only a temporary stand here, we fell back to a line which was selected for our second position in the battle. The position we retreated to ran along Goose Creek and we held it for several hours; but, being outflanked again, we had to retire. The enemy had got a number of guns bearing on us, and their fire was very severe. I recall seeing five horses of Hart's battery lying dead in a pile. Among other men of our regiment, Salmon, of Company K, received a ghastly wound, the entire side of his face being torn away by a fragment of a shell. The withdrawal from the position was not an easy matter, from the nature of the ground, being rocky hills and covered with thick woods and exceedingly difficult

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for horses to find a passage through. It was, however, accomplished in good order, and we took up another position in a wide open field about half a mile to the rear. Before reaching the line along Goose Creek our brigade was reinforced by the First South Carolina Regiment, which had been absent guarding the wagon train. They went at once into the fight in their own gallant way. They were a "fighting regiment," as were all the regiments of Hampton's Brigade; and they immediately made themselves felt by the enemy on the part of our line where they were stationed.

To cover our withdrawal from this line along Goose Creek General Stuart placed the gallant Captain Angus P. Brown, of the First South Carolina, with his company at the bridge and instructed him to hold it as long as possible. This was done in a most gallant manner, and the bridge was held to the last possible moment. When his men at last retired to save themselves from capture, Captain Brown was on the ground with two wounds, one in the leg and one in the head. He was apparently mortally wounded and it was impossible to carry him off. When the Federal cavalry crossed the bridge two of them tried to ride their horses on to Captain Brown as he lay there apparently dying; but the horses, more humane than their riders, could not be forced to trample on him. At this juncture, a Federal lieutenant rode up and made the men desist from their inhuman conduct. He had an ambulance brought up, and Captain Brown was placed in it and carried to the Federal field hospital.

I am happy to say he survived the war, and at the time of writing this sketch is still living in Columbia, S. C.

When we took up the position in an open field, after leaving the line of Goose Creek, the enemy drew up line after line of mounted men, until the whole country, as far as we could see, was blue with them. Here it was that Gregg's Division was reinforced by the reserve brigade of Buford's Cavalry Division, making four brigades of cavalry in our front, besides Vincent's Infantry Brigade on our right flank. With such a force it was only a question of how long we could hold our line; and after finding we were again outflanked, we retired slowly upon Upperville.

When the Federal cavalry formed in long lines in front of us, I had expected they would advance on us in a charge, and we