e upper story.
Colonels Wilder and Funkhauser called.
We had just disposed of a bottle of wine, when Colonel Harker made his appearance, and we entered forthwith upon another.
Colonel Wilder expects to accomplish a great work with hs command very efficient and useful, for he has wonderful energy and nerve, and is, besides, sensible and practical.
Colonel Harker is greatly disappointed because he was not confirmed as brigadier-general during the last session of Congress.
He is and render him that assistance which, under other circumstances, either of them might do. These gentlemen dined with me. Harker and Wilder expressed a high opinion of General Buell.
Wilder says Gilbert is a d-d scoundrel, and responsible for the loss at Mumfordsville.
Harker, however, defended Gilbert, and is the only man I have ever heard speak favorably of him.
The train coming from Nashville to-day was fired upon and four men wounded.
Yesterday there was a force of the enemy along the
next day, when an order came which should have been delivered twenty-four hours before, requiring me to get my brigade in readiness, and with one regiment of Colonel Harker's command and the Chicago Board of Trade Battery, move toward Nashville at two o'clock Tuesday morning. Then, of course, I knew why the two officers had reporat there had been an inexcusable delay in the transmission of the order to me. Giving the necessary directions to the regimental commanders, and sending notice to Harker and the battery, I proceeded with all dispatch direct to Department Headquarters, whence the order had issued, to explain the delay.
When I entered General Rosecy and irreparably disgraced.
However, I had a duty to perform, and while in the execution of that I would have time to think.
My brigade, one regiment of Colonel Harker's brigade, and the Chicago Board of Trade Battery, were already on the road.
We marched rapidly, and that night (Tuesday) encamped in the woods north of Lave
an extensive representation of American live stock, machinery, and manufactures, at the coming fair in Hamburg.
Friend James made a long letter of it; and, I doubt not, drank a gallon of good Dutch beer after each paragraph.
The Confederate papers say Streight's command was surrendered to four hundred and fifty rebels.
I do not believe it. The Third Ohio would have whipped that many of the enemy on any field and under any circumstances.
The expedition was a foolish one. Colonel Harker, who knows Streight well, predicted the fate which has overtaken him. He is brave, but deficient in judgment.
The statement that his command surrendered to an inferior force is, doubtless, false.
Forrest had, I venture to say, nearer four thousand and fifty than four hundred and fifty.
The rebels always have a great many men before a battle, but not many after.
They profess still to believe in the one-rebel-to-three-Yankee theory, and make their statements to correspond.
The facts w
ey's divisions were present.
After the review, and while the troops were leaving the field, Colonel Ducat, Inspector-General on General Roseerans' staff, and Colonel Harker, challenged me for a race.
Soon after, Major McDowell, of Rousseau's staff; joined the party; and, while we were getting into position for the start, Generalonel Ducat, an Irishman of the Charles O'Malley school, insisted upon introducing me to the ladies, but fortunately I was sober enough to decline the invitation.
Harker, late in the evening, thought he discovered a disposition on the part of others to play off on him; he felt in duty bound to empty a full tumbler, while they Shirng an imported colonel placed over them, and so Miller takes command of the brigade to which his regiment is attached.
He is a brave man and a good officer.
Colonel Harker's brigade has been relieved from duty at the fortifications, and is now encamped near us, on the Liberty road.
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the troops about me as under the circumstances I felt warranted in doing.
I found abundant opportunity to make myself useful.
Gathering up scattered detachments of a dozen different commands, I filled up an unoccupied space on the ridge between Harker, of Wood's division, on the left, and Brannan, on the right, and this point we held obstinately until sunset.
Colonel Stoughton, Eleventh Michigan; LieutenantColonel Rappin, Nineteenth Illinois; LieutenantColonel Grosvenor, Eighteenth Ohio; Coloted by doubt and hope.
Are they friends or foes?
The thunder, as of a thousand anvils, still goes on in our front.
Men fall around us like leaves in autumn.
Thomas, Garfield, Wood, and others are in consultation below the hill just in rear of Harker.
The approaching troops are said to be ours, and we feel a throb of exultation.
Before they arrive we ascertain that the division is Steedman's; and finally, as they come up, I recognize my old friend, Colonel Mitchell, of the One Hundred and T