d not relinquish his field of plunder without a struggle, and among the deep forests and ragged, wrinkled superficies of the Bacon Creek and Green river vicinage, the cavalry could not maintain a serious conflict against infantry.
By 8 o'clock, the foot had made a distance of some ten or eleven miles, and reached the railway station and little village called Upton's from its proprietor, a notorious rebel, who has influence enough to drag the whole neighborhood with him into the ranks of Jeff. Davisdom.
Here Col. Buckley determined to halt the weary Legion for a few hours' rest, after their long and rapid march.
He marched them down through the deserted village, from which a lone, forlorn looking son of Erin, the sole remaining inhabitant, came forth waving a red chunk of fire around his head in circles to give him a sight of the passing troops, and halted them in a skirting forest beyond.
Headquarters were established in a dilapidated old log-pen; the weary troops threw themselves