Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 6.
Frank Moore, Ed.

[273] behind, who were to dash forward at full speed and overpower them or give chase and the whole column would charge after them. The advance two came upon the first picket of two men, and by a rapid dash captured them without firing a gun or giving any other alarm. The second picket was taken in the same way with like success, and they now learned that there was a third picket of some fifteen, near the bridge over the Rolling Fork. The first twelve were now sent forward, and a company detailed to advance closely behind, to sustain them. By another brilliant dash these fifteen were also captured, and no gun fired to alarm the camp, now about a mile distant. The rest of Captain Adams's command was now brought up, and forming by fours, he gave the command for a charge over the bridge, through the town of New-Haven, up into the camp of the enemy in the woods beyond the town. The sun had just risen as they charged through the bridge with a roaring sound like thunder for some minutes, and then under the heavy cloud of dust, their swords, guns, and pistols gleaming like lightning beneath it, they dashed through the town, and then opened their unearthly shout of “The wolf! The wolf! Huzza! Huzza!” and charged around the camp of their terrified foes. The head of the column, now half around their camp, the enemy began to rush for their arms, when Capt. Adams shouted: “Halt! And present arms!” All with the precision and coolness of veterans in a moment levelled their guns upon the now panic-stricken, confused enemy; and the Captain at the top of his voice called out: “I demand your immediate, unconditional surrender.” “To whom must I surrender,” called out Colonel Crawford in command of the Third Georgia cavalry, as he now stepped forward. “To Captain Adams, commanding the First Kentucky cavalry,” replied the Captain. “Give me a few moments to consult my officers, will you?” said the Colonel. “I have no time to fool away,” replied the Captain. “Two minutes and a half, sir, and I will order my men to work upon you.” “If I have only that time, Captain,” said the Colonel, “I will surrender at once, expecting good treatment from so gallant an officer and such brave men as you have the honor to command.” The camp was accordingly surrendered, and the whole force, consisting of nearly all the Third Georgia cavalry, a few of the First Kentucky rebel cavalry, and a few Texas Rangers, in all some three hundred men, without the fire of a gun. Before the other gallant fellows could come up, the whole affair was over and they only had the pleasure of feeling that they had also gallantly done their part, in coming up to the support of the more fortunate advance, to whom the main credit of the exploit has been awarded. As the advance dashed around the camp a group stood near them looking on in wonder. As they halted, one exclaimed: “You are not Yankees, are you?” “No,” answered Sergeant Humphrey. He turned to his fellows and, clapping his hands, exclaimed: “Didn't I tell you they were not Yankees? Didn't I tell you so? Who are you?” he called out again. “Wolford's cavalry,” replied the Sergeant. Then raising his hands in utter despair, the poor Georgian exclaimed: “Good heavens! Then we are gone.” They were marched over to Elizabethtown, and from thence sent on to Louisville, and I suppose have long since been exchanged. We can but wish them health and prosperity, as they were a fine-looking set of men, and we wish them a like good future should we meet them again on the battle-field. “The Wolf of Kentucky” treats his prisoners well, and we wish to capture and kindly send home a few thousand more as we did about one thousand two hundred in our late Kentucky campaign.