C.
Davis's division reached the depot, just in time to see it in flames.

He found the enemy occupying two hills, partially intrenched, just beyond the depot.

These he soon drove away.
The depot presented a scene of desolation that war alone exhibits -- corn-meal and corn in huge burning piles, broken wagons, abandoned caissons, two thirty-two-pounder rifled-guns with carriages burned, pieces of pontoons, balks and chesses, etc., destined doubtless for the famous invasion of Kentucky, and all manner of things, burning and broken.

Still, the enemy kindly left us a good supply of forage for our horses, and meal, beans, etc., for our men.
Pausing but a short while, we passed on, the road filled with broken wagons and abandoned caissons, till night.

Just as the head of the column emerged from a dark, miry swamp, we encountered the rear-guard of the retreating enemy.