A Rebel bugler, who hag been cut off, leaps his horse into the road in front of us.

We all fire at him on the impulse of the moment.

He falls from his horse with a bullet through his back.

Company M, which has remained in column as a reserve, is now thundering up close behind at a gallop.

Its seventy-five powerful horses are spurning the solid earth with steel-clad hoofs.