Fighting Phil; The Life and Military Career of Philip Henry Sheridan, General of the Army of the United States

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER X. The porsuit of the Rebel Army--Off for Knoxrille--In East Tennessee--t Conference of Generals--Sheridan at Washington--Succeeds General Pleaeanton In the Army of the Potomac--First Duty in his new Field, 0 prevent a successful rally of the shattered army of the Confederacy within reach of our forces, a pursuit was immediately ordered. At two o'clock in the morning the columns were in motion. Before noon, when near Chickamauga depot, they saw the flames of its conflagration. On approaching it, heaps of corn and meal were burning. Here the boys saved, fit for use, one pontoon train of fifteen boats, two sixty-pounder guns, twenty army wagons, sixty thousand rations of shelled corn, fifty thousand rations of corn meal, four hundred gallons of molasses, two caissons, six forges, thirty barrels of pork, one thousand pounds of bacon, some ordnance stores, artillery, and amall-arm ammunition. The carriages on which the siege guns were mounted were found in flames, and became eventually totally destroyed. One of the guns was spiked with a wrought nail. The place presen'ed a curious sight. A burning railroad depot, piles of burning corn meal, barrels and boxes scattered around in the wildest confusion, piles of bacon lying on the railroad track, shelled corn scattered in iles around the railroad platform, two heavy guns pointed in the direction of the expected Yankees, their carriages in flames; a pontoon train, new, and apparently never used, massed near the station; army wagons--some good and some broken down--turned over, on end, and every way displayed, in whatever direction the eye might turn; small arms lying around, some broken and some not; broken open boxes of ammunition for small arms thrown here and there, by the fire and away from i...