Our troops press on to see the cause.
The last rebel had crossed the Shenandoah — their almost interminable train could be seen winding along like a huge snake, in the distant valley.
Several regiments were drawn in line of battle on the opposite side of the river.
An unfordable river was between them, and the only bridge was in flames. The battle of P Cross Keys was now a matter of history, and the famous pursuit of Jackson and his army was at an end.
Gen. Fremont had left Franklin on Sunday, May twenty-fifth, taking up his line of march for the valley of Virginia.
At Petersburgh he had left his tents and heavy baggage.
With one exception, he had marched sixteen consecutive days.
The rains had been heavy and severe.
Frequently our soldiers had bivouacked in water and mud, and lain down in their drenched clothes to steal a little sleep, to have a dream of the loved ones at home, and to have a very few hours of rest that they might endure the fatigues of the coming