however, it turned out to be the —— North Carolina
, under Colonel Yarborough
, which had been sent to the rescue of the baggage trains.
We went with them back, but the affair was over when we reached the place where our quartermaster had been cut down.
J——, whom some of you knew as a resident of Petersburg
after the war, said that he had whipped
them back by getting a few wagoners to stand and fire a dozen shots or so. The position, at which the Yankees
were repulsed, was one at which a dozen determined men with muskets could have repelled an hundred horsemen.
The road was only about twenty or thirty feet broad, and on either side was a thicket, one of black jack and the other of second growth pine, that no cavalry could penetrate.
We found a few dead Yankees, one just in front of the position which my eloquent quartermaster friend occupied, and I cheered myself with the belief that he had fallen under the fire of the quartermaster.
There were others lying on the ground unhurt, one dead drunk—too drunk to be killed or captured.
I do not know what disposition was made of him.
The little party of the enemy who had made the havoc had retired by the same cross-road by which they came.
They were picked men of Sheridan
's cavalry, who, under guides that knew the country well, hung on our flanks, and in small parties would every day strike some portion of the most unprotected part of our trains, and having burned and destroyed as much property as they could, would retreat as soon as fighting troops appeared.
The bait which had tempted them to this specific attack was said to have been six new Brooke guns which had been brought out of Richmond
when our forces left, and to which were attached some very fine teams which had been impressed for that purpose.
These were carried off, about an hundred ambulances were burned and a number of wagons, and a number of horses and mules were shot, and the road so obstructed that it was several hours before we could recommence our march.
There were no killed amongst our men, and only our brave quartermaster wounded.
I was told he had an arm broken.
The casualties amongst my little party I must now recite:
died at Point Lookout
is now (March, 1890), with Dr. George Starke
, and Romulus
somewhere in New York.
, as I said, were taken from my buggy and made prisoners.
The subsequent history of Romulus
is not without interest, but I cannot introduce it in this place.
Doctors Hume Field
, R. Lewis
and J. P. Smith
, the former two known to