Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.

September 19 — Last night our army commenced to retreat across the Potomac, and by nine o’clock this morning our whole force had left Maryland, my Maryland — that the bands played so much a few weeks ago — behind, and we stood once more on the friendly hills of Virginia. We were nearly the last to cross the river, and about an hour after we forded the Yanks came near the ford with artillery and opened fire on everything that happened to be in range of their guns or in sight on this side of the river. The batteries that were in position on the bluff on this side of the stream commanding the ford promptly opened a brisk fire on the Yankee guns, and a lively artillery duel ensued; when we left both sides were still firing. From Shepherdstown we went to Martinsburg, and from there we moved two miles up the Winchester pike to Snodgrass Spring, where we are camped to-night.