The most dramatic deed of a Federal general in the
Valley of Virginia is recorded in
Read's poem.
In September, 1864,
Sheridan had driven the
Confederates up the
Valley, and in early October had retreated northward.
Early followed, but he was soon out of supplies.
He was obliged to fight or fall back.
At an early hour on the foggy morning of October 19th, he attacked the unsuspecting Union army encamped along
Cedar Creek and drove it back in confusion.
General Sheridan, who had made a flying visit to
Washington, spent the night of the 18th at
Winchester on his way back to the army.
At
Mill Creek, half a mile south of
Winchester, he came in sight of the fugitives.
An officer who was at the front gives this account: ‘Far away in the rear was heard cheer after cheer.
What was the cause?
Were reinforcements coming?
Yes,
Phil Sheridan was coming, and he was a host. . . . Dashing along the pike, he came upon the line of battle.
“What troops are those?”
shouted
Sheridan.
“The Sixth Corps,” was the response from a hundred voices.
“We are all right,” said
Sheridan, as he swung his old hat and dashed along the line toward the right.
“Never mind, boys, we'll whip them yet; we'll whip them yet!
We shall sleep in our old quarters to-night!”
were the encouraging words of the chief, as he rode along, while the men threw their hats high in air, leaped and danced and cheered in wildest joy’ The victory was so complete that the campaign was virtually at an end. Three weeks of occasional skirmishing and the last action in the
Valley was over.