We drove them through the yard, taking one or two prisoners--one little fellow, who took it very good-humoredly; he had his head tied up, having got it broken somewhere on the road, and was riding a mule. We followed up their retreat through the yard, down a road, through the open woods beyond, and were having it, as we thought, all our own way--when, stretched along behind the brown oaks, and moving with a close and steady tramp, was a long line of cavalry, some thousands strong--Custar's division--our friends of last night. This altered the complexion of things entirely; the order was instantly given to move by the left flank--which, without throwing our back to them, changed the forward into a retrograde movement. The enemy kept his line unbroken, pressing slowly forward, firing no volley, but dropping shots from a line of scattered skirmishers in front was all we got They, of course, knew the condition of things, and seemed to think we did not. We fell back toward a battery of ours that was behind us, supported, I think, by a brigade of North Carolina infantry. We moved slowly, and the enemy's skirmishers got close enough for a dash to be made by our acting regimental adjutant--in place of Lieutenant Capers, killed the night before--Lieutenant Haile, who took a prisoner, but just as it was done one of our couriers--Tribble, Seventh regiment--mounted on a fine black horse, bareheaded, dashed between the two lines with a handkerchief tied upon a switch, sent by General Gordon, announcing the "suspension of hostilities." By this time the enterprising adjutant had in turn been made prisoner. As soon as the orders were understood everything came to a stand-still, and for a while I thought we were going to have, then and there, a little inside fight on purely personal grounds. An officer--a captain--I presume the captain in command of the party in the yard that we had attacked and driven back upon the main body--had, I rather expect, been laughed at by his own people for his prompt and sudden return from the expedition he had set out on. He rode up at once to General Gary, and with a good deal of heat (he had his drawn sabre in his hand) wanted to know what he, Gary, meant by keeping up the fight after there had been a surrender. "Surrender!" said Gary, "I have heard of no surrender. We are South Carolinians, and don't surrender. [Ah! General, but we did, though.] Besides, sir, I take commands from no officers but my own, and I do not recognize you or any of your cloth as such."