They stayed there but a short time, and I went back and got my gun and other accouterments.
AM CAPTURED When I left the old priest's house, it was then good day--nearly sun up-- and I had started back toward our lines, and had walked on about half a mile, not thinking of danger, when four Yankees jumped out in the middle of the road and said, "Halt, there! O, yes, we've got you at last." I was in for it.

What could I do?
Their guns were cocked and leveled at me, and if I started to run, I would be shot, so I surrendered.

In a very short time the regiment of Yankee cavalry came up, and the first greeting I had was, "Hello, you ain't No.

200, are you ?" I was taken prisoner.

They, I thought, seemed to be very gleeful about it, and I had to march right back by the old priest's house, and they carried me to the headquarters of General Stephen Williams.