We had just arrived at the crossing when the train hove in sight. Quick as thought the General had one of Burns’s field pieces upon the track, and sent its contents booming down the track, checking the train, and almost instantly the engineer commenced reversing his engine. But Company B, which was rapidly advancing, put a stop to its wild career. The guard on the train, consisting of thirty or forty infantry, contested their ground stubbornly. Getting out on the opposite side from us, they used the train for breastworks. But, to use a soldier’s term, “we went for them,” dislodging and driving them into the woods. After ordering the driver to move his engine up to the crossing, Company B, already formed, escorted her to the General’s presence. Her passengers were principally Yankee officers, field and staff, from whom I fell heir to several useful articles—without their consent, I imagine, if their faces were a true index to their feelings. Nor could I blame them much, for the cavalry boots, No. 6, were splendid, the navies handsome, and the swords and rigging rich and beautiful. Besides all of these, the boys appropriated some valuable property, such as gold and silver watches, meerschaum pipes, greenbacks and specie, etc. The U. S. mail numbered over a hundred sacks, which were turned over to the brigade A. Q. M., with the exception of a few sacks the boys reserved for their own use. The General let all the passengers retain their effects, save the military, and without injury, and ordered the train to return to Elizabethtown. Burning a stockade and bridge, we continued our march until three o’clock and then encamped until morning. Late as it was, the boys built small fires to open and examine their mail by. Hardly a moment elapsed, “day or dreaming night,” but what we were capturing the enemy’s forces, sometimes in small and often in large numbers. At daylight on the morning of the 7th we were found in the saddle en route to Brandenburg on the Ohio River, and forty or fifty miles below Louisville, Kentucky. The advance, after a few exciting adventures, marched into the above place just after dark, and found two steamers lying at the wharf, which Capt. Sam. B. Taylor, of the Tenth, who had been sent on that service early in the day, had captured without much difficulty. The steamboat _Alice Dean_ was taken while lying at the landing, and soon afterward the steamboat _General Combs_ appeared in view, coming up the river. Captain Taylor, commanding the _Alice Dean_, went out to meet and escort the _General_ into the wharf, very much to the astonishment of the captain and the passengers. I could mention, and yet it will be omitted, much that happened during the night and the next morning, or rather the next day, which was spent crossing over “Jordan” into the “Promised Land.”