They had cannons and demanded surrender.

We was a scant two hundred fightin' men, and the only artillery we had was what we made ourselves.
We broke up an old steamboat shaft and bored out the pieces so's they'd take a six-pound shot--but we wasn't goin' to give up.

We'd learned our lesson about mobocrat milishies.

Well, Brockman, when he got our defy, sent out his Warsaw riflemen as flankers on the right and left, put the Lima Guards to our front with one cannon, and marched his main body through that corn-field and orchard to the south of here to the city lines.

Then we had it hot.