An incident of adventure characteristic of the Anderson Zouave, and of rigorous barbarian characteristic of the blood-earnest warfare of these rebels. On picket yesterday, Henry Oehl, of company G, Anderson Zouaves with a comrade, went forward to a distant farm-house, to get information, and enlarge his topographical knowledge of Virginia. The farmer came into the yard, and conversation sprang up between the three. "Suddenly," said Oehl, "twenty rebel soldiers rose like ghosts from the edge of the woods just beyond the house, and rushed toward us, calling to us to surrender. Not being much in that line of business, we raised our pieces, and let fly at them." They returned the fire. A ball struck Oehl's right hand, knocked his musket out of it, and entered the abdomen at the centre, and went out at the left side. To run had now become a duty. Oehl doubled the corner of the house, and made for the nearest recesses of the White Oak Swamp, via a corn-field, and the bushy covers of a line of old rail-fence. The chase was a keen one. Oehl's coolness, cunning and courage saved him. Embosomed in the swamp, he watched his own hurt, and plugged the wound through his abdomen with his fingers. Soon he saw his pursuers return to the house, talk a moment with the farmer, and gesticulate forcibly to the doomed man. Some seized him, and some entered his house. The hidden Zouave was near enough to the building to catch the sounds within of the shrieking of children. Immediately these rushed out of the door, followed by smoke, and soon by flame. The ruffians burned the Virginian's house over his head, for the crime of talking with Northern soldiers who entered his yard, and Oehl says he feels sure that they killed him beside. Are these people barbarians, or are they only earnest in carrying on war? While this tragedy of Virginia justice was in performance, at the house adjoining Massachusetts soldiers were buying hoe-cakes for twenty-five cents a piece, eggs at fifty cents a dozen, and butter at seventy-five cents a pound, and playfully sustained the abuse of the virago on the profitable side of this commerce, who gnashingly informed the soldiers that they would "catch falling fits" in a few days. – N.Y. Tribune 

Extract from Frank Moore’s The Rebellion Record.