the village that lay below us buried in smoke; and our dragoons listened to the tales of these men, some of whom had been in the village when the onset came, and had remained there, skulking about to pick off the enemy until their main farces returned.

“Tarleton was in a great rage, I warrant you,” said one big, raw-boned militiaman. “He rode up to Major Lockwood’s house with his dragoons, and says he: ‘Burn me this arch rebel’s nest!’ And the next minute the Yagers were running in and out, setting fire to the curtains and lighting bundles of hay in every room. And I saw the Major’s lady stand there on her doorstep and demand the reason for such barbarity — the house already afire behind her. Mrs. Hunt and the servants came out with the children in their arms.