General Cooke was shot down at the head of his men; the brigade was nearly cut to pieces; and Warren retreated across Deep Run, in grim triumph, carrying off several pieces of Hill’s artillery. It was a grievous blow, and affected the brave Hill deeply. General Lee was no less melancholy; it is said that he was both gloomy and restive. It was reported, I know not upon what authority, that when he and General Hill were riding over the field, and Hill essayed to explain the unfortunate affair, the commander-in-chief shook his head, and said in grave tones:-- “Say no more, general--have these poor dead soldiers buried.” From the hill above Bristoe, General Lee, accompanied by Stuart, looked out in the direction of Manassas. Not a blue coat was to be seen. Meade had made good his retreat. Everywhere he had eluded the blows of his great adversary--and in parting from him, finally, at Bristoe, had left blood in his foot-steps--the blood of some of Lee’s best soldiers. It is said that General Meade made this retreat under protest--and that he was everywhere looking for a position to fight. A Northern correspondent described how, sitting with him by the camp-fire, General Meade had said:-- “It was like pulling out my eye-teeth not to have had a fight!” Did he say that? Then he was out-generalled. But he had succeeded in retreating safely. He was behind the works of Centreville: Lee had stopped the pursuit. There was nothing more, indeed, to be done. Lee must retire, or attack the enemy behind their earth-works. That was not very promising, and he fell back toward his old camps, on the Rapidan. Nothing prevented the cavalry, however, from “feeling” the enemy in their new position; and Stuart rapidly advanced to Bull Run, across which Fitz Lee drove the Federal horsemen. A raid toward their rear, by Stuart, followed. He moved toward Groveton; deflected to the left, and crossed the Catharpin in a violent storm; advanced next day toward Frying-Pan; then striking the Second Corps of Meade, and throwing it into confusion, by producing the impression that his force was Lee’s whole army, he quietly retired by the way he had come. His disappearance revealed all. The enemy perceived that the attack was only a “cavalry raid,” and were seized with immense indignation. A picked division was sent out in pursuit of the daring raiders--and this force of horsemen, about three thousand in number, hurried across Bull Run to punish Stuart. They were commanded by the ardent General Kilpatrick:--what followed is known as the “Buckland Races.” IX. WHAT THE AUTHOR HAS OMITTED. Such is a rapid summary of the cavalry operations succeeding the action of Bristoe. Those readers who cry out for “movement! movement!” are respectfully requested to observe that I have passed over much ground, and many events in a few paragraphs:--and yet I might have dwelt on more than one scene which, possibly, might have interested the worthy reader.