t I don't know how to help it. I do the best I can. How many Yankee cavalry do you think you are good for?
Well, said he, I've got 800 muskets present for duty.
By a week's time, as the boys get back from the hospital, I'll have 1,000.
Well, with 1,000 muskets, I think I can take care of 5,000 Yanks on horseback.
All right, said I, wait and see. I hope you can.
So I got my breakfast and went off, mightily tickled at the conceit of the Tarheel, for Sheridan's cavalry, with Custer, Torbett and Devens, were about as good soldiers as ever took horse or drew sabre.
We had drilled them so that in three years we had taught them to ride.
They were always drilling enough to fight, and they learned the use of the sabre from necessity.
Well, things went on as usual.
Every morning Sheridan would send a regiment out to feel Early, to drive in his pickets, so as to make sure where he was and to know where to find him, and every morning I'd ride over to the Berryville road, re-estab