“Yes, I need it now.”
“Here's my jack-knife; it'll come handy.”
“It will.”
“Now take my canteen and haversack—no, don't refuse; I can get more. I'll see them filled before we part.”
“Thank you, Yank—God bless you!”
“God bless you, Johnnie!”
And all who stood by said, “Amen.”
So mote it be.
Leaving Beaver Dam Station in ruins, Sheridan's cavalry corps pushed on toward the rebel capital early on the morning of Tuesday, May 10.
Not far from Beaver Dam we rode by a Virginia farmhouse. It was a one-story building, with chimneys on the outside and an “entry” running through the center. Two or three plantation hands stood near the fence, grinning and shouting: