embered: the road, the camps, the church at the Tract, the burned bridge — all would call forth some remark; for then every thing was fresh and novel, and we had not become hardened.
We came through the Mill Creek Valley — a good, loyal neighborhood, and the homes of Captain Ault's Swamp Rangers.
We now felt that we were among friends; and from here to New-Creek there is a large proportion of Union men.
We arrived at Petersburgh, and enjoyed a two days rest.
This morning McNeil and White, with three hundred guerrillas, attacked a train of ninety wagons, which were on the way from New-Creek to Petersburgh.
They killed two of the guards, wounded five, pillaged seven wagons and burned five, and captured two hundred horses.
It was a bold, daring act; but the train was some two miles in length, and a guard of only seventy-five men to protect it. As soon as the General got the news, he sent the Third Virginia in pursuit, if possible to overtake them; but the rebels had six hours