as we were coming in sight Colonel Jewell directed our bugler to sound the gallop, and we chased them several miles, but we soon found that it was useless to keep it up further, as our animals were too much jaded to overtake their fresh horses.
Standwaitie was on his way to join Colonel Clarkson at Locust Grove, and was taking it leisurely.
But, as we continued our march, we reached Locust Grove first, and captured Clarkson before he had time to receive reinforcements.
Sunday morning, May 3d, as soon as the earliest rays of the sun streaked the east and the stars were disappearing, we were up and on the march.
The day was lovely, but the country seemed like a vast wilderness, as no sounds greeted our ears or objects met our sight, which indicated that we were within the limits of civilization.
We reached Scott's Mills just before sundown, having met With no one during the day. When we struck the State line road, a few miles further south of the Mills, we examined carefully ag