enemy having possession of the streets, were pouring a galling fire upon us from the shelter of houses, fences, &c., and the artillery squad, being subjected to a cross-fire,was compelled to abandon their piece. My men at the bridge were, after a most desperate conflict, driven back by very superior numbers and a cavalry charge made through the streets by Morgan's forces. At this time I rallied, a part of my forces at the railroad depot, at which point our boys gave them a warm reception, emptying several saddles. I then went again for the purpose of rallying the artillery squad, so as to place it on the hill near the residence of M. L. Broadwell, from which position we could have commanded the town and several roads leading to it, but was unable to find either men or gun, the streets in every direction being in possession of the rebels.

My men were exhausted and out of ammunition, but I rallied them, and at the depot distributed cartridges to them. The firing at this time having nearly ceased I rode along the railroad to Rankin's Hotel, to ascertain what position the enemy was taking and from what direction they were coming in heaviest force. Here I met an officer of the rebel band, aide to Colonel Morgan, a son of the late Beverly L. Clark, who demanded my surrender. I replied, " I never surrender," and instantly discharged three shots at him, two of which took effect in his breast. He fell from his horse and I thought him dead, but the is still living and will probably recover, notwithstanding two balls passed through his body. Captain Rogers also discharged a shot at him, which took effect. I then rallied a part of my force, about 40 in number, determined to make a charge on the enemy at the Licking Bridge and take their battery, which had been borough to that point and was being used with effect upon my little band of patriot heroes. The force sustaining their artillery outnumbered ours more than ten to one, and were all the while under cover of houses, &c. Besides this a force of the rebels at least 300 strong were pouring an incessant and deadly fire upon my little band from the rear about 125 yards distant.

It was here that Jacob Carver, of Company E, Eighteenth Kentucky, fell severely wounded-as brave a man as ever pulled trigger-and I received a slight wound in the ankle. It was here too that the lamented Thomas Ware, United States commissioner for this county, one of the oldest citizens of Cynthiana, was instantly killed, nobly and bravely doing his duty as a patriot. Here, too, were killed Jesse Current, you Thomas Rankin, Captain Lafe Wilson, young Hartburn of Cincinnati, and others, besides many-including f. L. St. Thomas, John Scott, Captain McClintock, John McClintock, Thomas Barry of Cincinnati, and Thomas J. Vimont-who fell severely wounded.

In consequence of the terrific storm of balls, and as but few of my men were left, among whom was William V. Trimble and J. S. Frizell, of this place, who was also wounded (others not remembered), I ordered a retreat.

In the mean time Major William O. Smith had command of the Seventh Kentucky Cavalry and was posted north of town to hold the Claysville road and prevent the enemy from gaining the streets from that direction, where he made a gallant resistance near the Episcopal Church, until overpowered by superior numbers and forced to fall back toward the Reform Church and thence to the court-house, where he and his command were compelled to surrender.

At this time more than three-fourths of my men were killed, wounded, and prisoners, and I determined to cut my way through the enemy and escape with the remainder if possible. I rallied together from 20 to 25