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n in the saddle than Forrest, and, being far in advance, could replace a broken-down horse by a fresh one from the farms through which his route lay, while Forrest, when he lust a horse, lost a soldier too; for no good horses were left for him. After a hot pursuit of five days and nights, during which he had lost two-thirds of his forces from broken-down horses, he overhauled his enemy and brought him to a parley. This conference took place in sight of a cut-off in the mountain road, Captain Morton and his horse-artillery, which had been so long with Forrest, passing in sight along the road till they came to the cut-off, into which they would turn, re-entering the road out of view, so that it seemed that a continous stream of artillery was passing by. Forrest had so arranged that he stood with his back to the guns, while Streight was facing them. Forrest, in his characteristic way, described the scene to me. He said: I seen him all the time we was talking, looking over my shoulder
Forrest, has re-incited deep interest in the phenomenal leader. Any illustration of his brilliant career, even unpretentious, may be deemed acceptable to the public. The narrative of a follower of the great soldier, which is presented, was sent the Editor by Mr. W. L. Fleming, a librarian of the A. & M. College, Auburn, Ala. In the early part of April, 1863, the commander of the Federal forces in Tennessee determined to send a strong raiding party around the Confederate forces under Gen. Bragg for the purpose of destroying the railroads and cutting off supplies and reinforcements, and also to destroy the extensive Confederate works then at Rome, Ga. For this daring purpose Col. Abel D. Streight, of Indiana, was selected, and he was given command of 2,000 picked Western men, well mounted and armed with the best arms in the Federal service. To this party was also attached a section of the 6th Ohio Light Battery. Streight's party was accompanied by a strong force of infantry a
N. B. Forrest (search for this): chapter 1.4
treight and got on his track. I remember General Forrest telling us that they, the Yankees, were t sleep when I was aroused by the voice of General Forrest, Captain Ferrell, move your battery forwatream, we got the usual order by a courier, Gen. Forrest says bring up the battery. There was hard t on our march. Some did not know which were Forrest's men nor which the Yankees, and cared less. he piece, when suddenly looking up, I saw General Forrest, Captain Pointer, and one or two other ofone about as quickly as I can tell it. General Forrest ordered me to take command of the light srikingly the confidence and subtle ability of Forrest: When Forrest, with about twelve hundrForrest, with about twelve hundred men, set out in pursuit he was more than a day behind him. Streight had several hundred more men in the saddle than Forrest, and, being far in advance, could replace a broken-down horse by a horse-artillery, which had been so long with Forrest, passing in sight along the road till they ca[18 more...]
dered to go at once to Tennessee and take Van Dorn's place. We remained in Rome about thirty-six hours, when I was ordered with the light section to accompany Colonel Biffle with his regiment of cavalry to Tennessee. We left and made forced marches day and night, recrossed the mountains, and crossed the Tennessee river at Decatur and went down on the northeast side of the river. At Savannah I stopped and camped in the Fair Grounds with my section, and Colonel Biffle went on to the village and became engaged with a command of the Yankees on the opposite side of the river. After considerable firing, and he being unable to dislodge the enemy who were postebatteau from the opposite side of the river and went over and got all their horses and equipments and provisions, among which was a nice lot of hams, of which Colonel Biffle sent me a liberal share. After leaving Savannah (where poor Coon Herndon of Ferrell's battery had been mortally wounded on a former occasion) we went down
r light battery, and on coming to the main street I turned up the street, while the prisoners were marched down the street towards the old railroad depot. A short distance up the main street I found a vacant space in front of the mansion of a Mr. Spurlock. There we parked our guns, took out the horses, and—all lay down on the ground to rest. I don't think I had slept long when I was aroused by Mr. Spurlock—think that was his name—who insisted that we should go over to his residence and take Mr. Spurlock—think that was his name—who insisted that we should go over to his residence and take dinner. We thanked him, and insisted that we had had something to eat, but he would not take such an excuse. The truth is we were too dirty and ragged to feel at home in such a nice place. Finally Clay Ramsey consented to go with me, and we went over. The old gentleman enquired our names and introduced us to his daughters, very beautiful young ladies, who entertained us by singing and playing on the piano until dinner was announced. Then we escorted the young ladies down to the dining-ro
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
Dabney Herndon Maury (search for this): chapter 1.4
Emma Sansone, who piloted General Forrest across Black Creek, in his famous pursuit and capture of Col. A. D. Streight. With an account of the surrender by Gen. D. H. Maury. The eloquent address of General Dabney H. Maury—The Wizard of the West—lingers a delight in the minds of those who fortunately heard it. His vivid pGeneral Dabney H. Maury—The Wizard of the West—lingers a delight in the minds of those who fortunately heard it. His vivid portrayal of the characteristics and stirring recital of the remarkable achievements of Lieutenant-General Nathan Bedford Forrest, has re-incited deep interest in the phenomenal leader. Any illustration of his brilliant career, even unpretentious, may be deemed acceptable to the public. The narrative of a follower of the great s a beautiful poplar grove near Franklin, and here the command was reorganized and we had a rest. R. Y. Jones. The surrender of Colonel Streight. General Dabney Herndon Maury, who is the oldest surviving Major-General of the Confederate States Army, in his entertaining Recollections of a Virginian (pp. 208-9), gives the fol
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An Alabama Heroine. Miss Emma Sansone, who piloted General Forrest across Black Creek, in his famous pursuit and capture of Col. A. D. Streight. With an account of the surrender by Gen. D. H. Maury. The eloquent address of General Dabney H. Maury—The Wizard of the West—lingers a delight in the minds of those who fortunately heard it. His vivid portrayal of the characteristics and stirring recital of the remarkable achievements of Lieutenant-General Nathan Bedford Forrest, has re-incited deep interest in the phenomenal leader. Any illustration of his brilliant career, even unpretentious, may be deemed acceptable to the public. The narrative owas accompanied by a strong force of infantry and artillery as far as the Tennessee valley to create a diversion while he should pass the Confederates under Gen. N. B. Forrest. The combined commands of the Federals landed and crossed the Tennessee river below Tuscumbia, in the extreme northwestern part of the State of Alabama.
ry and a part of the command was sent to the right, while the section of Freeman's Battery and another part of the command went to the left. We on the right were apparently near enough to have reached their camp with our shells, and I was asked what I could do, but the elevation was too great for field pieces. Early the next morning we were ordered to move rapidly around the mountain to the left, where we heard heavy firing. It seems that Gen. Forrest had attacked them on the mountain at Day's gap with a part of his command and with the section of Freeman's Battery, and had been repulsed with the loss of Freeman's guns and a number of men. I think his brother, Bill Forrest, was either killed or severely wounded there. When we arrived the command immediately moved forward up the mountain, and on reaching the top our line was formed, and we moved forward. We soon came to the line of the Yankees, who gave us a heavy volley and retreated. That's h—l, to let them all get away, I he
R. H. Jackson (search for this): chapter 1.4
he prolong rope and all the men had to push at the wheels. As soon as the first piece had crossed and the water had run out of the chest, we packed the ammunition back. A courier came with orders bring up the battery quick. Instructing Sergeant R. H. Jackson to cross as quickly as possible and follow, I ordered the piece forward, trot, march—easier said than done, for it was some time before we could get up a trot. But we hobbled along as best we could, the drivers spurring and whipping cont a trooper). I had the piece to move back, I suppose some 150 yards, and come to an action front on the south side of the narrow road, with one wheel in the road and the other in the edge of the woods with men to their posts. After a while Sergeant Jackson came up with the other piece and caisson, and took position in the battery on the other side of the road. After so long a time, I saw the officers arise and then—move forward, I gave the command limber to the front, and we marched by column
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