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valley whose hospitable and noble people had always a warm greet- ing for thrm.
But let us move on. Our order of march was thus: One battery would take the advance one day, then It would fall to the rear, chang. ing thereby the advance company each day. Our trip up the Val- ley, on the whole, was very pleasant. General Ewell, who had pre- ceded us, had swept the Valley of the enemy driving Milroy from Winchester, capturing many prisoners, arms, &.c. , and forcing that General to beat a hasty retreat into Harper's Ferry. After passing through Front Royal, Smithfield and Sheperdstown, we again forded the Potomac, reaching the Maryland shore late in the evening, pass- ing on rapidly until we reached
HAGERSTOWN,
where we had the pleasure of seeing numerous Confederate flags dis- played, which the boys greeted with loud bursts of applause. After camping awhile near the town, we broke camp and soon struck the Little Antietam stream, crossed it, and were soon in the land of milk and applebutter Pennyslvania. What a sight greeted our eyes! This is a beautiful country, and we reached it at a season of the year when the whole earth was wrapped in nature's best attire the velvet green. The roads were fine. We pushed on and soon struck the village of Waynesboro, where United States flags were displayed in great numbers, which, of course, we greeted pleasantly. Another day's journey brought us to the foot of Cash Mountain, where we had several men captured. Owing to the long and con- tinuous marching of the battalion, the stock of horse flesh had been considerably reduced, and in order that the currency of the Confed- eracy might have a more extended and healthful circulation that the miniature portrait of our beloved President might have more admirers a party was made up headed by Lieutenant John Hampden Cham- berlayne, of our battery, with Sergeants Smith, Newman and Mai- lory, besides several others of the battalion, and started out in the mountains to purchase horses. The party soon came upon the picket- post of the Jessie Scouts, of the Federal army, when Ham Cham- berlayne picked out about half a dozen of the men who were armed with revolvers, put himself at the head of them and led a charge. The picket-guard fell back on the regiment, and the whole party were captured and sent to prison. We remained here two days, waiting presumably for our army to close up (it seems that our cavalry was
