Capturing a Locomotive: A History of Secret Service in the Late War.Pittenger, William
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Capturing a Locomotive: A History of Secret Service in the Late War.
Pittenger, William
Chattanooga Railroad Expedition, 1862; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Campaigns
"We were very reluctant to abandon the river navigation, but it
was manifestly dangerous to continue it further, and useless as
well, unless we were prepared to take the risk of running by
Chattanooga. So we rowed to the north side of the Tennessee,
and turned our trusty craft adrift, while we started across the
mountains. The first road we crossed gave evidence of the
passage of a large body of troops, and thus warned us that we
were probably in danger of becoming entangled in the scouts and
detachments of Bragg's army, now on its retreat from Kentucky.
Two boys we found by a fire in a school-house--they had been
out 'coon'-hunting--confirmed this report. Soon we saw their
camp-fires, and ascending a mountain, where we supposed we
would be safer than in the valleys, waited for morning. When it
came, an appalling sight met our view,--a large division of
Bragg's army, with its seemingly endless baggage-trains, well
guarded by cavalry, was spread out beneath us. All day long
we watched their movements from our eyrie with breathless
anxiety. We resolved at night to turn to the northeast instead
of keeping due north, as we had intended. Before we had gone
far, Hawkins whispered in my ear, 'Dorsey, we mustn't crack any
corn to-night.' Rebel pickets and scouts were no doubt on every
side of us. The mountain-side was steep and covered with loose
stones, where travelling, even by day, would have been
difficult; at night, in the presence of the enemy, it was
terrible! We came to a picket, and were only saved from running
right into it by the snuffling of a horse. We slipped away a
short distance from the road, and lay down. Soon a squad of
cavalry passed up the road, and we crossed it right behind
them, anxious to get out of that dangerous neighborhood while
the sound of their hoofs drowned any noise we might make. We
moved very cautiously, again ascended the mountain-side, and
near daybreak came to a halt and went into camp,--that is, hid
in the brush.
"When the light came we could see the enemy no more, but heard
his wagons rumbling off in the distance. The immediate danger
from that source was over. Our stock of provision, which was
only a little parched corn, was almost exhausted; and as the
mountain seemed to be uninhabited, we resolved to move forward
in the afternoon. We found a negro, who, for a wonder, could
not or would not give any provisions or information. Late in
the night we rested, tying some bushes together to make a rude
shelter, and both sleeping, for nature was almost overcome.
Food and water were also very low, but in the morning we
pressed on, halting when our waning strength failed, and going
on when strength allowed.
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