All that we had to do was march, march, march.

It mattered not how tired, hungry, or thirsty we were.

All that we had to do was to march that whole night long, and every staff officer who would pass, some fellow would say, "Hey, mister, how far is it to Mumfordsville ?" He would answer, "five miles." It seemed to me we traveled a hundred miles and were always within five miles of Mumfordsville.

That night we heard a volley of musketry in our immediate front, and did not know what it meant, but soon we came to where a few soldiers had lighted some candles and were holding them over the body of a dead soldier.

It was Captain Allison, if I remember rightly, of General Cheatham's staff.