ine of prisoners who had thrown down their arms and were crouching close under the breastworks.
Some of them called out: Wha‘ do you want us all to go to Then Sheridan's rage turned to humor, and he had a running talk with the Johnnies as they filed past.
Go right over there, he said to them, pointing to the rear.
Get right along, now. Oh, drop your guns; you'll never need them any more.
You'll all be safe over there.
Are there any more of you?
We want every one of you fellows.
Nearly 1500 were captured at the angle.
An orderly here came up to Sheridan, saluted, and said: Colonel Forsyth of your staff is killed, sir.
It's no such thing!
I don't believe a word of it. You'll find Forsyth's all right.
Ten minutes later Forsyth rode up. He had been mistaken for the gallant General Winthrop, who had fallen in the assault.
Sheridan did not even seem surprised when he saw Forsyth, and merely said: There; I told you so.
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