INCIDENT OF WEST POINT.–

James E. Montgomery gives the following narrative of his experience at the battle of West Point, Virginia, which was fought in May, 1862: “My own escape is wonderful, and, indeed, almost miraculous, and I forgot not to thank God for his watchfulness over me. It was about one o’clock P. M. when I received an order from General Newton to go forward into the woods to ascertain whether the rebels were falling back, and whether a certain regiment of ours held its position there. I went forward at once, as fast as my well-tried horse could carry me, and upon entering the woods moved cautiously until I reached a barricade, when, hearing voices beside me, I plunged into the woods, thinking, of course, it was one of our regiments, Thirty-first New York, and was surprised to find that I had gone right into a perfect nest of the Hampton Legion, from South Carolina, who were lying behind trees, standing behind bushes, and kneeling behind stumps, like bees. I at once perceived my mistake, and knew that nothing but the most consummate coolness would save me. I therefore saluted them, and they, taking me for a rebel officer, asked me how far General Hampton was then. I answered without hesitation, and with rather more assurance than I thought I possessed, ‘I left him about ten rods below here;’ and added, ‘Now, boys, the General expects you to do your duty to-day.’ I then turned my horse slowly to lull suspicion, and was congratulating myself on the probable success of my ruse, when, seeing the U. S. on my cap, they yelled out, ‘That’s a d–d Yankee son of a b—-! Give him h—!’ On hearing this, I dashed the spurs into my horse, threw my head over his neck, and made for the road. A perfect volley of minie balls passed over and around me–killed my horse, who rolled over, carrying me with him, and left me down. Knowing that apparently nothing but time would save me, I lay with my head back in a ditch as I fell, and appeared dead for some ten minutes. I did not move a muscle or a feature, although the scoundrels were swarming around me, and threatening to ‘end me.’ I remained in this way until they came up to me, took away my pistol, and commenced general plundering; and as they fingered away, I could not suppress a smile; and then rising, I said, ‘Well, men, I yield as a prisoner of war.’ They said, ‘You have been shamming, you d—d Yankee scoundrel, have you?’ ‘Certainly,’ said I; ‘everything is fair in war.’ They then commenced to abuse me, as a d–d Yankee this, and a d—d Yankee that; when I turned upon them, and said, ‘I have yielded as a prisoner of war; I demand to be used as such. We in the North know how to treat dogs better than you do men; now lead me to your commanding officer.’ They gave me another volley of abuse, at which I merely smiled, and then a shell, fired by our artillery to the place where I was seen to enter, burst like the wind amongst us–skinning my nose, and scattering the rebel rascals like chaff. They seized their muskets, pointed two of them at me, and told me to ‘come along, you d–d Yankee!’ I still talked with them to gain time, when another shell bursting amongst us, they moved on farther, calling to me to ‘come on,’ while I said, ‘Go ahead, lead the way, quick.’ I then saw a favorable moment, and preferring freedom to a Southern prison, I made one bound into the woods, and went back as fast as one leg would carry me. I felt very much exhausted, and was carried to the rear by some men and placed under a tree, when, with whiskey and care, I soon felt stronger, although my leg was stiff. They wished me to go in an ambulance to hospital, but I politely declined; and calling for an extra horse, I was lifted on his back, and returned to the field, and reported to General Newton for duty. He kindly told me that I had distinguished myself enough this day, and requested me to keep quiet.”

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