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
"'Then bounce that fence!' I yelled. We both reached the top of
the high fence at the same instant, and not a second too soon,
for, as I glanced over my shoulder from the fence-top, I saw
the guards with gleaming muskets pouring in at the gate, and
before I could throw my leg over and spring off a volley was
fired, the balls rattling and whizzing all about us. One bullet
struck the picket under my thigh, and so close that the
splinters lacerated my flesh, and as my feet struck the ground
on the outside, I said to Mark, 'I am hit.'
"'Get up and run like----!' exclaimed Mark.
"I was on my feet in an instant, not knowing whether my thigh
was shattered or not. As I ran I clapped my hand there to see
if it bled freely. I pulled away a lot of splinters, and had
the satisfaction of finding that I had received only a slight
flesh wound made by the picket splinters. Never did I make
better use of my legs; there was need of it, too, for the balls
were spatting about us in the dirt uncomfortably near. They
came so thick and closely at one time that I was almost certain
that one or both of us would be hit; but we answered their
cries of 'Halt! halt!' by springing forward with all the speed
we could command.
"It was about a mile before we struck the cover of woods, and
then the trees were so scattering that they afforded only a
doubtful place for concealment. It was now every man for
himself, and, like the Duke of Wellington at Waterloo, we
longed for darkness or some other friendly interposition in our
behalf. Wood had come up with me, and we dodged stealthily from
one thicket to another until it began to grow quite dark, when
we breathed easier and acted more deliberately, although we
well knew we were not out of danger yet.
"About this time, we became aware that we were approaching a
public road. We soon had warning that it was much better to
halt, and not attempt to cross the road. The sound of galloping
horsemen in great numbers and the clanking of sabres could be
heard near by. We were so nearly out of breath that we could
run no farther for the present, and, on looking hastily about,
discovered a low, scrubby pine-bush surrounded with shrubbery.
We both darted under its protecting shelter, and lay flat on
the ground on our faces, neither having spoken a word to the
other for some minutes, on account of our great exhaustion. We
were so near the road that we could plainly see all the
movements of the rebel cavalry, who were deploying their line
something in the manner of skirmishers.
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