crossing Black creek we passed on near by the town of Gadsden, and a few miles east of that place we had a few rounds with the raiders who it seems wanted to stop and feed, and rest a little at a beautiful grove on the way. It was here that Colonel Hathaway who commanded an Indiana regiment of Streight's command, was mortally wounded and fell from his horse.
Farther on we came to a river over which was a burning bridge.
The banks of this stream being very steep and the water being quite deed having great confidence in Captain Ferrell's judgment of horse flesh, I asked him to take one of the men with him and pick out one for me. He did so, and sent me a beautiful dapple gray horse which the prisoners informed us had belonged to Colonel Hathaway, who was killed on him in the engagement near Gadsden.
I was very proud of my horse for he was indeed a beautiful animal.
In Rome I met several persons that I knew, among them was Captain Frank Watkins, now of Opelika, who contributed so