and Campbellsville turnpike where we found the little town of which we were in search.
We dismounted at the best looking store in the village (which consisted of a few houses strung along on either side of the pike), but soon found that our mission was a fruitless one, as the store contained nothing that we cared to buy, even for Confederate money.
In the meantime we had been asked by several citizens of the little town, and along the road, if we were Colonel Halisey
's men, to which inquiry we generally responded in the affirmative.
The fact was, however, that we had never heard of Halisey
until the day before, and then mainly through the prayers of the enthusiastic women sympathizers of the South
, who had flocked to the road-side to see the command pass, and had besought us that we would kill Halisey
before we left the State
, we knew was in command of a brigade of Federal cavalry that was pressing our rear guard and picking up every unlucky straggler who happened to fall behind.
After briefly looking over the stock of goods in the store at which we had dismounted, we told the proprietor that we were members of Morgan
He replied that we were, perhaps, in much greater danger than we were aware of, as small bands of Federal cavalry had been passing through the village all day, at short intervals, going on to reinforce Lebanon
, which place they expected Morgan
to attack that night.
To confirm his statement, he pointed to a house a few hundred yards further down the pike, and told us that the horse hitched there belonged to a Federal soldier who had stopped there as the last squad had passed through a few minutes before.
and I thought that we might capture this fellow, and at once mounted and started in the direction of the house referred to. We were, however, quickly discovered by the cavalryman, who seemed to know our uniforms better than the citizens we had met, and he immediately mounted and started in the direction of Lebanon
at full speed.
We gave chase for a short distance, but soon found that the Yankee
was out-running us; and having concluded that New Market was not a very congenial clime in which to tarry, we turned our horses' heads, and going back through the village, turned off from the pike into the dirt road over which we had come, hoping soon to rejoin our command.
We had gone but a short distance in that direction before we met two stragglers from our own command going in the direction of New Market
We told them they were going in the wrong direction, and made them turn back and accompany us. It then occurred to Tribble
and myself that, as we could get no shoes to add to the comfort of our men