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 now resolved to play what had been reserved as our last card. Running
more slowly to economize fuel,--though a high velocity was still
maintained,--we tried to light a fire in our only remaining car. It was
already open at both ends, and now as much of the sides and top as could
possibly be obtained was also torn off and prepared for fuel. The
attempt to light these splinters by matches did not succeed, for the
wind caused by the rapid motion blew them out. Fire was then brought
back from the engine, but this seemed to smoulder rather than burn, for
the rain, which fell in torrents, blew through the unprotected car, and
all the boards were soaking wet. Never did kindling a fire seem so
difficult. When at length it fairly caught, and began to burn briskly,
our dampened hopes began to brighten in sympathy with it. Might it not
be that our persistent struggle against ill-fortune was to win the
victory even yet? Just then a long covered bridge was approached, which
it was desirable on every account to burn. All of our party, whom the
heat had not already driven forward, were ordered into the nearly empty
tender, and the car was uncoupled in the middle of the bridge. We did
not leave it hastily, but stopped near the farther end of the bridge to
watch the result in breathless anxiety. We had scarcely halted when the
black smoke of the nearest pursuer was seen, and he bore down upon us at
full speed. We were very loth to leave our position. We could see that
the flame was rising higher, but could also see that the enemy's train
had a large number of men on board, some of whom had firearms. Oh, what
would we not have given for a few of the muskets we had left in camp, to
have held our position for even a few minutes, or even one minute! But
our situation was too unfavorable to allow more than a momentary thought
of resistance. At long range we were virtually unarmed. But we lingered
still, until we saw the enemy pushing our blazing car before them over
the bridge; then, being in reach of their firearms, and but poorly
protected in our engine and tender, we again sought safety in flight.
They pushed the blazing car before them to the first side track, which
happened not to be far away, and then left it to burn at its leisure.
Thus our forlorn hope expired.
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