Monthly Archives: February 2016

I watched the Yankee patrol ride into Mt. Briar. Devlin, the Yankee Captain posted two troopers and then rode north out of town. I turned to Al, “What town does the road out of Mt. Briar heading north go to?” … Continue reading →

We had halted in the confines of a tree line just past a gap in the steep hills that Al had described earlier. We sat our horses and looked out over a small plain. The sun was setting to our … Continue reading →

Tom and I followed Al at an easy lope for about 200 yards, and then we turned north on what I understood was the Mills Road. It had been about 2:00PM when we left camp. It was about 3:00PM, which … Continue reading →

Tom and I nudged our steeds to follow Al. I had to grab the front part of the saddle because Stonewall’s initial surge nearly emptied me from the saddle. He had definitely gotten his strength back. Al directed us south … Continue reading →

As we cleared the Confederate Camp and headed south along the C&O Canal, I asked, “Do either of you know what we are supposed to do?” Sergeant Canes and Private Madigan exchanged glances, and finally Sarge Canes answered, “Naw sah. … Continue reading →

“Do you know who the traitor is?” asked Major Mosby. “Not really, but I have a suspicion as to who it is,” I conceded. “Well, who do you believe it is?” probed the Major. “Major, I don’t want to impinge … Continue reading →

It was about noon before we left. The Corporal and I crossed the Potomac just a little ways south of Hattie’s Place and proceeded on the C&O pathway toward Mosby’s Camp. I don’t believe I have ever been happier to … Continue reading →