very field where by unanimous consent the enemy's main force could have been crushed, and in fact was broken away with less complete results by Miles' gallant fight, Sheridan came perilously near-so near in truth that the difference is inappreciable by the human mind — to being found not in the fight, by reason of the far-reaching effect of his recoil from the suddenly appearing Humphreys, who rose upon him at the crowning moment when he gave Miles permission to open the crushing fight.
Shakespeare puts it:
Ay, now, I see 'tis true; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, And points at them for his.
It is a relief to resume the plain account of our pursuit of tangible beings evading Five Forks.
It seems like passing from war to peace.
Early on the morning of the 2d our cavalry drew off northwesterly from the Ford Road crossing of Hatcher's Run to cut off some rebel cavalry reported to have made a push in that direction.
Sheridan having returned from the Claiborne Ro