es of communication were frequent and most successful.
No rivers stopped him, and any detailed accounts of the railways and valuable military stores he destroyed and the fortified posts he captured would alone fill a volume.
His pursuit of Colonel Streight's column for four days and nights in 1863 reads like an exciting novel.
It ended in his saving the great arsenal and in the capture of Streight and one thousand seven hundred of his men by the six hundred troopers he then had with him.
HStreight and one thousand seven hundred of his men by the six hundred troopers he then had with him.
He took part in General Bragg's retreat from Tennessee, and one day, being with the tail of the rear guard, an excited old lady rushed from her house and, upbraiding him, urged him to turn round and fight.
As he took no notice of her entreaties, she shook her fist at him and cried out: Oh, you big, cowardly rascal, I only wish old Forrest was here; he'd make you fight!
Such was then the public estimation in which he was held.
But, as we sometimes find in all armies, his commander-in-chief di