My capture and escape from Mosby.
Captain W. W. Badger
of Cavalry in the Army of the Shenandoah, thus relates, in the United States Service Magazine
, the story of his capture by Mosby
's guerillas, and his escape from them: Belle
, my favorite mare, neighed impatiently in front of my tent, just as the bright sunrise of early autumn was gilding the hill.
The morning was cold and brilliant and the first crisp of frost had just sufficiently stiffened the sod to make a brisk gallop agreeable to both rider and horse.
The bold Shenandoah
shook the icy wrinkles from its morning face, and rolled smoothly away before me into the gorgeous forest of crimson and gold below Front Royal
It is the day of the regular train, and a thousand army wagons are already rolling away from Sheridan
's headquarters down the famous Valley Pike, to bring food and raiment to a shivering and hungry army.
I spring into the saddle, and Belle
, in excellent spirits, evidently thinks she can throw dust in the eyes of Mosby
or any other guerilla who dares follow her track.
it is nine miles to where the train is parked, and before I arrive there, the last wagon has passed out of sight, and the picket gate of the army has been closed for an hour behind it. My orders are imperative to accompany this train, and military law allows of no discretion.
With a single orderly and my colored servant, George