ing back on my mission, full of hope that the day was not lost, we soon reached the identical spot on the Dry Valley road where we had left Sheridan and Davis.
Strange to say, no Confederate cavalry or infantry appeared, and there seemed still no pursuit.
Forrest, Wheeler, Wharton, Roddey,--half the cavalry of the Confederacy,--were with Bragg, yet no cavalry apparently came through the gap of a mile or more to pursue or follow our retreating forces on the right.
At our recent fight at Murfreesboro‘, Wheeler's whole force had been smashing around in our rear.
It had been about as uncomfortable for nervous recruits there as on the battle-front.
Unfortunately Sheridan's and Davis's force had drifted down the road toward Rossville.
Hastening after them, we found they had already entered the narrow road or defile at McFarland's Gap.
I tried to halt the rear of the column, but without success.
The miseries of a mounted officer trying to pass marching infantry on a narrow roadway c