Monthly Archives: January 2017

  Sergeant Billings had the troop in a two men abreast formation and the advance skirmishers out in front of our contingent in no time. I yelled, “Forward at the gallop,” and we moved out. As I rode by Sarge … Continue reading →

  We got directions to the camp of Greenley’s former company, which is now commanded by First Sergeant Billings.  We rode to the camp in a matter of minutes.  I asked the first trooper we met where the sergeant was … Continue reading →

  Even though it was daylight, Zeke, Skeeter, Stonewall and I slept like the dead.  We were bushed, and I believe Major Mosby left us alone so we could catch up on our rest. In the late afternoon, I was … Continue reading →

  I thanked Mr. Anderson, who quickly left the barn and reentered his house. Then, I quietly woke Zeke and Skeeter and told them to saddle only their regular mounts.  We were leaving the Yank horses behind. Once the scouts … Continue reading →

  We ate up the trail, and before long we came to where a creek crossed the road. Zeke called to me, “We need to take it easy from here on in.” We brought our horses to a walk. They … Continue reading →

  If Yank scouts had made it this far south, it was a bad news.  It meant they had already made it down South Mountain by way of Turners Gap and were probably half way to Middletown. While Zeke guarded … Continue reading →