Young threw himself into the fight with the true cavalry élan. Dismounting his whole brigade, he opened a rapid fire on the advancing enemy; and this obstinate resistance evidently produced a marked effect upon their imaginations. They had been advancing--they now paused. They had been full of audacity, and now seemed fearful of some trap. It was evident that they suspected the presence of a heavy force of infantry--and night having descended, they halted. This was the signal for the fifth act of the comedy. Young kindled camp-fires along two miles of front; brought up his brass band and played “The Bonnie Blue Flag,” and “Dixie.” It was obvious to the enemy that at least a corps of Lee’s infantry was there in their front, ready to renew the action at dawn! The finale was comic--I shared the blankets of the gallant Georgian that night--when we rose the enemy’s whole force had disappeared. Such had been the result of the ruse, and I always regarded the affair as one of the gayest incidents of the war. When I left the brave Young, he was laughing in triumph. If your eye meets this page, old comrade, it may give you another laugh--and laughter is something in this dull epoch, is it not? But whether you laugh or sigh, and wherever you may be, health and happiness attend you! In the afternoon, I was at Warrenton. VII. STUART CAUGHT IN THE TRAP. I found the general moving toward Auburn, on a reconnoissance. Meade had been delayed much by uncertainty as to his adversary’s designs--had scarcely advanced beyond the Rappahannock--and the object of Stuart was to discover his position and intentions. That was the work always assigned to the “Eyes and Ears” of the army Stuart’s cavalry; and the stout cavalier, now at the head of his column, was on for the railroad, along which the enemy must retreat. Another comedy was to follow--which came near being a tragedy. Stuart steadily advanced, and about sunset had passed Auburn, when, as he was riding at the head of his column, a messenger rode up hastily from Gordon, holding the rear. “Well!” said Stuart. “The enemy are in your rear, general!” “Impossible!” “General Gordon sent me to say so.” Stuart turned and galloped back. Gordon came to meet him. “The Yankee army are in our rear, general,” said Gordon. “Come, and I will show you.” And riding to an eminence he pointed out across the fields, in the gathering gloom, long lines of infantry and artillery moving toward Manassas. Stuart gazed at them keenly. As he sat looking toward them, a staff officer from the front came up rapidly. “Well, captain!” “The enemy are in front, general.” “Infantry?” “Yes, with artillery.” Stuart looked at Gordon. “A real trap,” he said coolly, knitting his brows. “Have they seen you, Gordon?” he asked. “I think not, general.” “Well, so far all is well. There is nothing to do but to lay low, and take the chances of getting out.”