United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
but not in action. I looked in vain for the cavalry divisions, but
concluded rightly that they were somewhere on the flanks of the enemy.
[Illustration: “SHERIDAN! SHERIDAN!”]
Skirting the road, and avoiding as best we might the impediments of
battle, the General, O’Keeffe, and myself spurred forward. Finally,
on the open road and just before we reached the troops in line, which
was Getty’s division of the Sixth Army Corps, I asked permission to
go directly down to the skirmish-line to see the actual condition of
things. “Do so,” replied the General, “and report as soon as possible.”
Just then we reached the line, and as I glanced back I saw the chief
draw rein in the midst of the division, where he was greeted by a storm
of cheers and wild cries of “Sheridan! Sheridan!” while standards
seemed to spring up out of the very earth to greet him.
* * * * *
I rode rapidly back to my chief, whom I found dismounted, surrounded by
several general officers, and in the midst of those of his staff who
had not gone with us to Washington. Dismounting, I saluted. Stepping
on one side from the group, he faced me, and said,
“Well?”
“You see where we are?” (A nod.) “Lowell says that our losses, killed,
wounded, and missing, are between three and five thousand, and more
than twenty guns, to say nothing of transportation. He thinks he can
hold on where he is for forty minutes longer, possibly sixty.”
I can see him before me now as I write, erect, looking intently in my
eyes, his left hand resting, clinched savagely, on the top of the hilt
of his sabre, his right nervously stroking his chin, his eyes with
that strange red gleam in them, and his attenuated features set as if
cast in bronze. He stood mute and absolutely still for more than ten
seconds; then, throwing up his head, he said:
“Go to the right and find the other two divisions of the Sixth Corps
and also General Emory’s command [the two divisions of the Nineteenth
Corps]. Bring them up, and order them to take position on the right of
Getty. Lose no time.” And as I turned to mount, he called out: “Stay!
I’ll go with you!” And springing on his horse, we set off together,
followed by the staff.
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