28th.–Slept on the ground last night, my saddle for a pillow. Greatly to the chagrin of all of us, after having driven in the enemy’s pickets yesterday, we fell back a mile or two, and to-day fall back about seven miles.
“The King of France, with 40,000 men,
Marched up the hill, and then marched down again.”
Major L and party came into camp this morning, unharmed.