ters to another, wading through swamps, penetrating forests, and galloping over corduroy roads, engaged in carrying instructions, getting information, and making extraordinary efforts to hurry up the movement of the troops.
The next morning, April 1st, General (rant said to me: I wish you would spend the day with Sheridan's command, and send me a bulletin every half-hour or so, advising me fully as to the progress of his movements.
You know my views, and I want you to give them to Sheridan nk, my orderly called out to them the news of the victory.
The only response he got was from one of them who raised his open hand to his face, put his thumb to his nose, and yelled: No, you don't — April fool!
I then realized that it was the 1st of April.
I had ridden so rapidly that I reached headquarters at Dabney's Mill before the arrival of the last courier I had dispatched.
General Grant was sitting with most of the staff about him before a blazing camp-fire.
Outer works of Fort S