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Chapter VI
CHAPTER VI.

ADVANCE OF THE ARMY-CLIMBING MOUNTAINS-SCENERY ABOVE THE CLOUDS-DARING MOVE OF

THE FIRST TENNESSEE-LOST IN A MOUNTAIN-BLOODY CHICKAMAUGA-TWO DAYS ON THE

FIELD-CRAWFISH SPRING-ON THE MOVE-WATCHING WHEELER.



    General Rosecrans having completed plans for a general advance of his army,

a pontoon bridge was thrown across the Tennessee river at Caperton's Ferry, on

the 29th day of August, and on the 1st day of September, Stanley's cavalry broke

camp and crossed over and camped for a few days at Carperton's Spring, near the

base of Sand Mountain. Johnson's and Davis' divisions, Twentieth Corps, followed

as a support to Stanley's cavalry. A halt was made until the 3rd, to allow the

army to cross and close up. On the morning of the 3rd, everything being in

"trim" for the advance, the First Tennessee, with the remainder of Stanley's

cavalry, began to ascend Sand Mountain.



    As we marched up the steep, rocky side of the mountain, the rising sun on

the 3rd of September shed its rays on the long lines of blue marching slowly

along the winding, zig-zag road that led up the mountain side. Sometimes the

line was visible in a half-dozen places, so short were the crooks in the road.

Heavy details were made to aid the teamsters in getting the heavily loaded

wagons to the summit. The drivers shouted and yelled themselves hoarse- yes, and

"cussed" a little, too, at the ever-willing, ever-ready, patient government

mule, who, unmindful of the surroundings, was so faithfully tugging away at the

loaded wagons.



    When the summit was reached, we paused for a few minutes and gazed upon one

of the most beautiful views to be found in this part of the country. To the

northwest, we could see the beautiful Tennessee River, which wound in its

serpentine course along the base of Lookout and Sand Mountains, while range

after range of small mountains greeted the vision as far as the eye could reach.

The low, rumbling sound of the artillery and wagons could be faintly heard as

they too moved slowly up the mountain.



    We were now on the top of Sand Mountain, which at the place we crossed is

level, and as we marched along the sandy road we were not very favorably

impressed with that portion of Alabama. We crossed during the day Flat Creek, a

small, sluggish stream that flows lazily along the top of the mountain. Late in

the afternoon, we marched down the mountain and bivouacked for the night in

Wills' Valley, having marched twenty-two miles during the day. The next morning

the march was resumed, and we moved through Winston's Gap into Little Will's

Valley at Valley Head, and then, turning south, the army went into camp for the

night four miles from Valley Head.



    On the morning of the 5th, Campbell's brigade was sent south on a scout, and

when near Rawlingsville the enemy were encountered. Colonel Brownlow was ordered

to charge them with his regiment, which he did, driving the enemy two miles

through a heavy cloud of dust, in which men and horses were almost overcome with

heat and dust.



    From Rawlingsville the brigade pushed on south to Lebanon, which was found

unoccupied, the enemy having evacuated the place the night before. The brigade

was ordered to return to its camp at Allen's farm, the next three days being

rest-days. Our wagon train and the Twentieth Corps, which followed the route

taken by Stanley's cavalry, reached us at this place. We were now about

forty-two miles south of Chattanooga.



    General Stanley moved his cavalry at daylight on the 9th up the valley to

Winston's Gap, where all of his troops crossed Lookout Mountain, reaching

Broomtown Valley at Alpine, Georgia. At this place, late in the afternoon, we

had a brisk skirmish with some Mississippi troops. We lay in line of battle

during the night along the base of Lookout Mountain. The night was quite cold,

making overcoats a welcome companion. Before leaving this place we learned

through our scouts that Bragg had evacuated Chattanooga. So, without a battle,

the primary object of this short campaign-Chattanooga, the great "gateway" to

the south-fell into our hands, the result of Rosecrans' strategy.



    The 10th was spent scouting in the direction of Melville, on the road

leading to Rome. The next day, the First Division, under McCook, was again sent

toward Rome, and, after crossing Chattooga River, the First Tennessee was sent

forward on the road leading to Rome, and after moving about five miles on this

road, Colonel Brownlow sent Lieutenant-Colonel Dyer, with half of the regiment,

toward Rome. The other half, under Colonel Brownlow, moved to Dirt Town, on the

road leading from Rome to Dalton.



    The writer was sent forward in charge of the advance guard, and we had not

gone far before we captured two Confederates who belonged to some Georgia

regiment, and learned from them that Forrest's and Wharton's divisions of

Wheeler's command were encamped only a short "distance ahead. If the sun had

suddenly ceased to shine, it would have been no greater surprise to our captives

than the sight of blue-coats. They did not believe at first that we were

"Yankees," but when they saw the flags they became convinced, and wanted to know

what we were doing down in "Dixie," the land of cotton.



    With this information we pushed ahead, and at dark attacked and drove in

Wheeler's pickets. Colonel Brownlow now ordered forward his detachment, and a

running fight was kept up for a mile or two, only halting when we heard

Wheeler's bugles sounding "boots and saddles." We captured fifteen prisoners,

and on our return destroyed a small bridge that we supposed spanned Chattooga

river. From the men captured we learned that a large force of infantry and

cavalry was near by, and being so far from the remainder of the division, our

position was critical, for we knew the night was never too dark or the day too

cold for Wheeler to let an opportuniuty slip if there was any prospect of

capturing the First Tennessee cavalry.



    The night was dark, and as we quietly moved back we could hear the rumbling

of Bragg's wagons as they moved along the Rome and Lafayette road. We were

marching along late in the night, tired and sleepy, when a voice rang out,

"Halt! Who comes there? " Our advance guard answered, "Friends, without the

countersign." Could it be friend or foe making the challenge? One of the advance

guard dismounted and advanced to find out who dared to stop us on the highway.

The faithful sentinel was a member of the Second Indiana Cavalry, of our

division. We marched a short distance, crossed Chattooga River, and went into

camp for the night. On lighting our camp-fires we found we were in the midst of

sweet potatoes and peanuts, which helped to piece out our rations, which were

getting shorter each day.



    Lieutenant-Colonel Dyer, after leaving the regiment, moved forward rapidly

on the road leading to Rome. Meeting with but little opposition, he continued

his march to a place called "The Narrows," within ten miles of Rome, where he

drove in the enemy's pickets, capturing several prisoners, a lot of arms and

equipments. Both detachments were successful, and obtained some very valuable

and useful information of the enemy's movements, and after having accomplished

the object for which the reconnoissance was made, they returned without loss.



    On the following morning General McCook moved his division back to Alpine.

The camp was hardly quiet when an order came for McCook to move his division to

the support of Crook, who at that time was near Lafayette. By 11 a. m. on the

12th, the whole of McCook's division was on the march, going up the Broomtown

Valley road, camping for the night near Summerviile. The march was resumed the

next morning at 6 o'clock toward Lafayette, and when within three miles of the

latter place the Ninth Pennsylvania, the leading regiment of Campbell's brigade,

encountered the enemy's pickets and drove them back for two miles upon their

main line.



    The First Tennessee was formed in line on the right of the road and moved

forward through the woods, and as the regiment emerged at the opposite side, a

battery opened fire at short range. The artillerymen were either new men or old

ones "excited," for each shot passed harmlessly above our heads. One shell

exploded directly over the colors of the regiment, but no one was struck with

the flying fragments.



    The Ninth Pennsylvania charged along the road through a perfect cloud of

dust, which completely concealed the enemy, who now opened a brisk fire, killing

and wounding several men. The Second Michigan deployed and followed the Ninth

Pennsylvania as a support. Campbell was about to renew the fight when he

received orders to fall back, the enemy shelling the woods furiously in our rear

as we left the field.



    The prisoners captured belonged to Breckinridge's division of Hill's corps,

and from them we learned that Bragg's headquarters was in Lafayette, and that

his army was in close proximity. Bragg was equally as anxious to find out the

location and position of Rosecrans; army, which at. that time was very much

scattered, and evidently Bragg intended to whip Rosecrans in detail. This

movement of the Union cavalry to Lafayette developed the fact that Bragg's army

lay near there and that he was equally interested in locating Rosecrans' army.



    It was exceedingly hot and dry, no rain having fallen since the ist of

September, and the great clouds of dust raised by our industrious cavalry were

at times almost unbearable; in fact, the movements of either army could almost

be traced by the dust raised by the marching troops. But, fortunately for the

men and horses, there was plenty of water, and when a halt was made the dust,

which was streaked with perspiration, was washed off so that we could

distinguish one comrade from another.



    General Stanley was unable to communicate with Rosecrans by the valley road,

it being held by Bragg. The whole command was moved back to Alpine, where it

bivouacked for the night. The only avenue of escape for Stanley's troops was to

re-cross Lookout Mountain and move up the west side. On the morning of the 14th,

we left our camp at the foot of the mountain and began to climb Lookout. When we

reached the summit we could see great clouds of dust raised by the marching

Confederates, and as we looked down from our lofty position on our dust-covered

pursuers we rather enjoyed seeing them battle with the dust down in the valley.

It was a great change. Free from the dust and the enemy, and fanned by the cool

mountain breeze, we almost wanted to tarry longer.



    We encamped at night on the top of the mountain, on Yellow Fork of Little

River. Here Robert Hixon, Company C, who was captured at College Grove, reported

for duty. Resuming the march the next morning, the whole command descended from

Lookout Mountain and moved up Will's Valley and bivouacked near Valley Head. At

this place, General Stanley, who had been very ill for several days, turned over

his command to General Mitchell and was sent to Nashville for treatment.



    When our cavalry left Will's Valley on the 9th, all the wagons and the sick

were left behind, so on our return we were glad to see them, for our rations

were getting short. A fresh supply was issued to the men, the horses shod, and

once more we cut loose from our trains and, marching through Winston's Gap,

re-crossed Lookout Mountain at Dougherty's Gap and once more entered Georgia,

and camped for the night in McLemore's Cove, having marched eighteen miles over

bad roads.



    Every surviving member of the First Tennessee who was with the regiment on

the night of September 16 will recall the thrilling experience in descending

Lookout Mountain at McLemore's Cove. The night was dark, and we missed the road,

consequently it was more of a slide than a march. It was a thrilling experience

to us, and to this day we cannot understand how we ever reached the base without

serious loss.



    On reaching McLemore's Cove, General Mitchell found the Union army had moved

toward Crawfish Spring, where Rosecrans was making a desperate attempt to unite

his scattered forces. General Bragg was heavily reinforced with troops from

Georgia and Mississippi, and with this superior force at hand he began to mass

his troops on Rosecrans' left, and in order to conceal this move he made active

demonstrations on the LTnion left. But, with all of his shrewdness, he never

caught old "Rosy" napping; in fact, Rosecrans had his army united before Bragg

was ready to deliver battle.



    On the 17th, McCook's division was moved up near Cedar Grove Church. We were

now approaching the battlefield, for occasionally we could hear the distant boom

of cannon, and as the fire increased and gave assurances of a general

engagement, the troops closed their ranks, tightened their belts and moved

steadily forward with that firm and soldierly alacrity which characterizes the

action of brave and determined men on the eve of battle. As we moved forward our

minds wandered to our far-off homes, where loved ones were anxiously waiting

with bated breath the result of the battle, the last letter from the front

having told of the approaching conflict.



    Resuming the march the next morning, we moved to Bailey's Cross Roads and

bivouacked for the night. Early on the morning of the 19th, the column was set

in motion by way of Pond Spring to Crawfish Spring. On approaching the latter

place, a sharp engagement occurred between the Second Brigade of McCook's

division and the enemy's cavalry.



    The enemy being repulsed, we moved on to Crawfish Spring and formed in line

of battle to the right of McCook's Twentieth Corps. The writer will not attempt

to give a detailed account of the battle of Chickamauga, it being familiar to

the men who were engaged in it, and those who were not can consult more

elaborate works.



    On the morning of the 19th, the Union army lay along the southwest side of

Chickamauga Creek. The ground over which this great battle was fought is almost

level, the greater portion being covered with a low, scrubby growth of timber.

The battle was fought without the aid of breastworks, and possibly no battle of

the war had fewer obstructions to conceal the movements of the contending

forces. General Mitchell formed his cavalry in line in front and to the left of

Crawfish Spring, and during the afternoon of the 19th, there were several sharp

engagements between the enemy's cavalry, who were trying to gain our rear by the

Dry Valley road. Our ammunition and supply trains were also in this valley, and

Mitchell's orders were, "Hold Crawfish Spring at all hazards."



    During the day the cavalry was advanced and took up a position along the

southwest bank of Chickamauga Creek, meaning in the Indian tongue, "the river of

death." The enemy made several attempts to cross at the different fords during

the afternoon, but were driven back. During the afternoon the battle to our left

raged with all the fury of a storm. The terrible discharges of artillery and the

volleys of musketry shook the earth; the smoke hung low and almost shut out from

view the contending armies, but above all the din and noise of battle, the

shouts of the charging columns could be heard as the tide of battle ebbed and

flowed.



    There was a constant shifting and working of the Union lines toward our

left, consequently the cavalry was soon left without infantry support, but we

maintained our position throughout the struggle, and only retired when the day

was lost. The first day's battle closed with severe loss on both sides; in fact,

but little advantage had been gained by either side. It was a day in which both

sides had made a series of brilliant charges in favor of first one side and then

the other. The exhausted men, with parched lips, lay down on their arms to pass

a cheerless and comfortless night on the battlefield, with dead and wounded

comrades on all sides. During the night, Rosecrans adjusted his lines and gave

orders for the disposition and movements of his troops the next day. In this

day's struggle the First Tennessee lost one man wounded —Corporal W. A. Cannon,

of Company C.



    Bragg was heavily reinforced during the night by Longstreet's army from

Virginia, and at a meeting of his generals he laid before them his plan of

battle for the following day. His plan was to divide his army into two commands

and assign as commanders his two senior Lieutenant-Generals, Polk and

Longstreet. On Sunday morning, the 20th, a heavy fog hung over the battlefield,

which concealed the movements of the troops. During the night the Union troops

on some portions of the line built temporary breastworks of rails and logs, and

behind them the veterans of the Army of the Cumberland awaited the attack.



    It was about half past 8 o'clock when Bragg ordered Polk to make a vigorous

attack upon the Union left. This part of our line was held by Thomas, the hero

of Mill Springs. The Confederates rushed forward with their well-known "rebel

yell," and after two hours of desperate fighting they failed in their attempt to

turn the Union left, or even gain any advantage, and sullenly fell back. On this

part of the line the fighting was desperate. Bayonets were freely baptized in

blood. Here it was that Breckinridge's division suffered such heavy loss,

General Helm, of Kentucky, falling at this place. Generals Cleburne and Stewart

made mention in their reports that the musketry and artillery fire was the most

destructive they had ever encountered.



    The fighting gradually opened all along the line, and soon the roar of

artillery and the rattle of musketry had increased to one continuous sound. On

the extreme right, Mitchell's cavalry was contending heroically against Bragg's

infantry and cavalry—still protecting the right of McCook's corps. Both flanks

of the Union army were well protected by the cavalry; in fact, they were so

vigilant and kept the enemy so closely engaged that he was unable to use his

cavalry at any other part of the line. The fighting on the Union left early in

the morning was along the Lafayette road, and evidently Bragg intended to crush

this part of Rosecrans' line and gain Rossville Gap, through which runs the

Chattanooga and Lafayette road.



    Had it not been for a blunder made by an aide with but little knowledge of

the meaning of military terms, it is exceedingly doubtful if the Army of the

Cumberland would have been driven from the field of Chickamauga. On the Union

left, the storm of battle had spent its force, and Thomas was still holding his

own against great odds. The center and right had successfully resisted the

repeated attacks of Longstreet's troops during the morning. Here is a copy of

the fatal order:



                         HEADQUARTERS DEPARTMENT OE THE CUMBERLAND,

                                 September 20th, 10:45 a. m.

BRIGADIER-GENERAL, WOOD, Commanding Division:

    The general commanding directs that you close up on Reynolds as fast as

possible and support him.    Respectfully, etc.,

                                  FRANK S. BOND,

                                Major and Aide-de-Camp.



    General Wood says: "I received the order about 11 o'clock. At the moment of

its receipt I was a short distance in rear of the center of my command." Wood

was a West Pointer, and saw it was impossible for him to execute the order

literally. Wood's left was aligned with Brannan's right and he saw no way to

close up on Reynold's but to withdraw and pass to the left in rear of Brannan,

which he did. This left a gap in the Union line the length of two brigades, and

at that moment Longstreet, who was advancing in heavy force, saw it, and

immediately threw the divisions of Hood, Kershaw, Johnson and Hindman into this

gap. The right center and the whole right wing was disabled, and to resist this

sudden and fierce assault McCook, with the remainder of his corps, tried to stay

the tide, and in doing so the brave and gallant Lytle fell. At this point our

army lost more than a thousand prisoners, thirty-five cannon and a lot of wagons.



    General Thomas, "The Rock of Chickamauga," with the remainder of the

army—about five divisions—and the reserves under Granger, re-formed his troops

on the crest of Horseshoe Ridge, between the Lafayette and Dry Valley roads.

Here during that long Sunday afternoon the most desperate fighting of the day

was done, against fearful odds.



   * About 4 o'clock, Bragg determined to make one more attempt to capture

Horseshoe Ridge. He at once ordered up his reserves under Preston, supported by

Stewart's corps, and with wild yells and confident of success they dashed at our

lines, but were again repulsed. Here the slaughter was frightful. The Union

troops searched the cartridge-boxes of friend as well as foe for ammunition.



    General Mitchell, in his report of the battle of Chickamauga, says: "About 3

p. m. I received verbal orders from an orderly from General McCook to fall back,

as our right had been turned. Not deeming an order of so important a nature as

that, coming in such a manner, valid, I did not move, as I had been ordered in

the morning to hold Crawfish Spring at all hazards, but sent a staff officer to

ascertain the position of affairs and, if possible, communicate with either

General McCook or Rosecrans. From him I learned that our right had been driven

round and that everything on the right was moving toward Chattanooga, up

Chattanooga Valley."



    After all the wagons had been started toward Chattanooga under an escort,

all the ambulances were loaded with wounded soldiers who were able to ride. It

will be remembered that at the opening of the battle of Chickamauga the

principal hospital for the reception of the wounded was established at Crawfish

Spring, and no better place could have been selected. The Lee Mansion and all

out-buildings were used, beside tents. Just a short distance from this old

homestead, a large, magnificent spring gushes out from under a ledge of stone,

and from this famous "Crawfish Spring" thousands of our wounded quenched -their

thirst. Around this mansion numerous large, stately oaks are found, whose

outspreading branches protected our wounded from the hot rays of the sun. The

writer visited the battlefield a few years ago, and found but few changes had

been made, the general appearance being unchanged. At the celebrated Crawfish

Spring a busy water-wheel is to be seen supplying the old mansion with water,

the spring not only supplying the wafer but the power which runs the pump as well.



    The turn of affairs on our left cut us off from all communication with

McCook, who was in command on the right, and Mitchell was left to make his way

as best he could toward Chattanooga. The scene around the hospital at Crawfish

Spring when we left was one of peculiar sadness, and to be seen was never to be

forgotten. Hundreds of our men who had been taken from the battlefield badly

wounded had answered to the last roll-call amid the boom of cannon^ and as the

living demanded all the time and attention of those in charge, the dead, for the

time being, were laid out in rows, side by side, awaiting the burial party.



    McCook's division covered the withdrawal of the trains to Chattanooga and,

although cut off as it was and almost surrounded with infantry and cavalry, the

retreat was made in good order and without the loss of a wagon. There were

several sharp attacks made upon Mitchell's cavalry before leaving Crawfish

Spring, but each was repulsed, and at 5 p. m. it left for Chattanooga.



    Just here I want to relate an incident that occurred at the time of our

withdrawal from Crawfish Spring. It serves as a reminder of that true friendship

that existed among soldiers. When the ambulances and wagons had been loaded,

there yet remained thousands of our wounded comrades, and in the absence of

orders, our boys began to dismount and place a wounded soldier in his stead, and

in this way hundreds could have been brought from the red field of Chickamauga.

When our commander found out that we were letting our wounded soldiers ride, he

made all dismount and return to the hospital, giving as his reason that if we

should be attacked the wounded would be greatly in the way, some scarcely being

able to sit on the horses when quietly marching along, while our dismounted men

would also be of little service.



    We fell back toward Chattanooga, bringing off two guns which had been

abandoned by the troops of McCook's corps. Mitchell marched his command six

miles toward Chattanooga and bivouacked for the night in line of battle.



    The next morning the whole command was placed in line of battle across the

Chattanooga Valley road, and during the day the enemy's cavalry moved up and

several light skirmishes occurred, but no severe attack was made. This valley

was full of stragglers, all going at a "two-forty gait" toward. Chattanooga.

During the day the Second Brigade opened up communication with the right wing of

the Union army and held Woods' Gap, in Missionary Ridge, through which a road

enters, leading to Dry Valley. We again bivouacked in line of battle, and early

the next morning it was discovered that we were almost surrounded. Orders were

issued immediately for us to fall back with as little noise as possible.



    The artillery wheels were muffled by wrapping blankets around them, the

cavalry, except the rear-guard, was dismounted, and each man was required to

carry his saber in his hand to avoid noise, and in this way we moved some

distance along the foot of Lookout Mountain, leading our horses, not being

allowed to speak above a whisper. As we passed the end of Lookout Mountain, we

saw the Third, Fifth and Sixth Tennessee Volunteers of the old Twenty-fifth

Brigade, standing in line of battle. This brigade had been thrown out as an

advance-guard and to cover the retreat of the Union army.



    Soon after we passed them, the enemy made an attack, but were driven back

after a brisk skirmish. We were halted in Chattanooga, near Fort Negley, where

we found the Union troops working like beavers, throwing up breastworks.



    The September returns of Rosecrans' army showed a total effective force of

67,584, yet when the troops that were guarding bridges, trains and other

important places are taken out, it is exceedingly doubtful if Rosecrans had in

the two days' battle over 56,000 men. As Bragg made no monthly report, it is

difficult to get the exact figures, but from the best information obtainable his

total effective force during the battle was not far from 70,000 men. Here is the

loss in the two days' fighting:



                     Killed       Wounded        Missing         Total

Union,                1,700         9,394          5,255        16,349

Confederate,          2,673        16,274          2,003        20,950



    As many of those on our side reported as missing were among the slain, the

number of killed no doubt exceeded the loss given. The results of the battle

were of no benefit to Bragg, as we still held Chattanooga, while on the other

hand it was an immense drain on the resources of his army.



    The total loss in the cavalry for the two days was four hundred and

sixty-eight. General Rosecrans, in his report of the Chattanooga campaign and

the battle of Chickamauga, says: "As to the cavalry, the accompanying reports

are so full that I need only add that as an arm of the service it has been equal

to its duty on all occasions, and on the 18th, 19th and 20th of September it

behaved with conspicuous gallantry, covering our shattered right, and protected

our trains in the valley of Chattanooga Creek on the 20th. It is greatly due to

the behavior of the cavalry on that day that we lost none of our wagons, and

that many of our ambulances and some of our artillery and caissons came safely

into the place."



    Late in the afternoon of the 22nd, Mitchell was ordered to move his cavalry

to the north side of the Tennessee River. He began crossing at 6 o'clock, near

the point of an island a short distance above Chattanooga. The river at this

place was very wide, and at the north bank was quite deep, yet the crossing was

made with only the loss of a few horses. As we were crossing, Bragg shelled us

from Missionary Ridge, but did no harm except to keep us "a little uneasy." We

lay in camp opposite Chattanooga for one day, and then moved to Severly Springs,

six miles from Chattanooga. On the night of the 25th, our camp had hardly gotten

quiet when "them confounded old buglers" began to blow "boots and saddles"—a

call that the First Tennessee was exceedingly familiar with. It was a ground-hog

case, and we had to go. We immediately crawled out of our tents, saddled our

horses, and at 9 p. m. left camp, and marched rapidly toward Walden's Ridge,

which we crossed during the night, reaching Jasper, in the Sequatchie Valley,

early the next morning. If anyone thinks that we had a "picnic" in crossing

Walden's Ridge that night, we will object and say that "wise heads will differ."



    After a short halt to feed and get breakfast, the command was pushed forward

to Bridgeport. On the 27th, Campbell's brigade was ordered to Stevenson, and

from this place was pushed on to Pump Spring, where pickets and patrols were

thrown out along the river. This hasty move was made for the purpose of watching

Wheeler, who was reported to be moving toward the river and, if possible, to

cross and break our communications. On the 28th, the First Tennessee and Ninth

Pennsylvania were ordered to Bellefont to reinforce the third brigade of our

division, who reported that Wheeler was trying to cross near that place. After

marching hard for six miles, word reached us that the enemy had been driven back

across the river, and we returned to our camp at Pump Springs, near Stevenson.





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Extracted from:



HISTORY OF THE FIRST REGIMENT OF

Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry



IN THE GREAT WAR OF THE REBELLION,

WITH THE ARMIES OF THE OHIO AND CUMBERLAND,

UNDER GENERALS MORGAN, ROSECRANS,

THOMAS, STANLEY AND WILSON.



1862-1865.



BY



W. R. CARTER, COMPANY C.



ILLUSTRATED.



KNOXVILLE, TENN.:



GAUT-OGDEN CO., PRINTERS AND BINDERS.

1902.



Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1896, by

W. R. CARTER,

in the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C.





TO THE SURVIVING MEMBERS OF THE FIRST TENNESSEE CAVALRY; TO THE MEMORY OF OUR

DECEASED COMRADES AND THEIR KINDRED; TO THE MARTYRED PATRIOTS OF EAST TENNESSEE

WHO DIED ON THE GALLOWS AND IN PRISON, AND TO THE LOYAL AND PATRIOTIC PEOPLE WHO

SYMPATHIZED WITH THEM, THIS VOLUME IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED, IN FRATERNITY,

CHARITY AND LOYALTY, BY THE AUTHOR.



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