In February, 1862, we were ordered to entrain for Chattanooga, Tennessee, and to dispose of all surplus baggage. This meant a great sacrifice to us, as we were loaded down with clothing, bedding, etc., which was furnished by friends and relatives while in camp on the bay. Passing through Montgomery, (after a stay of 24 hours) in due course of time, we arrived in Chattanooga in the midst of a severe spell of snow, sleet and rain; remaining one night and day. We proceeded to Corinth, Mississippi, where Johnston, Bragg and Beauregard were organizing the army of Tennessee, to meet General Grant who was massing his forces at
Pittsburgh Landing, with a view to penetrating the heart of the Confederacy. After much suffering by man and horse from the severe weather, we arrived in Corinth. Imagine the effect of this sudden change from a Florida temperature to the rigors of a Tennessee climate. When the roll was called many could not answer to their names, being reported unfit for duty. Hospitals were filling rapidly. Heavy details were being made on the men reporting for duty to watch the enemy encamped twenty miles away, at
Pittsburgh Landing. The other party, about same in number, was ordered in a southwesterly direction. Up to the time of our arrival at Corinth, we had not been connected with any cavalry command, but still held our relation with Seventh Alabama Infantry, Which we acquired at Pensacola. Our arms consisted of cavalry sabers and Colts navy pistols. Thus lightly armed, we proceeded to answer our first call to face the "Blue Coats" we were so anxious to mix with while camping in Florida. So far as I remember, the scouting party under Lieutenant Oliver returned without particular incident. Being a member of Captain Cox's scouting party I have a vivid recollection of our experience. The work being new to us we were not as cautious as we learned to be later, and consequently ran into a picket who left his hat to mark the position he had occupied. We realized that we were dangerously near a large force and within their lines, and retired on the Purdy road; we had gone but a short distance when our rear guard dashed in and reported the enemy approaching. We had in charge a Yankee cavalry prisoner that fell into our hands a short time before the alarm, who on the approach of his companions showed a disposition to escape. He was put under special guard and rapidly marched to the rear. There must have been one hundred men in the attacking party, armed with the deadly Spencer rifle.
Mims, Wilbur F., Capt. "War History of the Prattville Dragoons compiled
by Capt. Wilbur F. Mims, Co. H Third Alabama Cavalry.
Prattville, Ala., Autauga County 1861-1865.
" Thurber, Texas: Journal Printery (n.d.) 12mo, Reprint,
(1950s?) (WM 902)
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