Tunnel Hill

On the twenty-ninth of December, a small force of cavalry of only six hundred men, under command of Colonel W.J. Palmer of the Fifteenth Pennsylvania, went roving through North Alabama and Mississippi, striking the enemy here and there, destroying one day his pontoon trains, on another day a large supply train, sabering and shooting his mules, attacking the Confederate General W.W. Russell near Thornhill, routing him, capturing some prisoners, burning some wagons, and then proceeding at his leisure back to camp at Decatur after a march of over two hundred and fifty miles, reporting a loss of one killed and two wounded.

Mr. Davis promptly complied with Hood's request for relief, and he bade farewell on the twenty-third of January, eighteen sixty-five, to what was left of the army of fifty thousand men which Johnston had led with such unfailing prudence and wisdom from Tunnel Hill to Atlanta, and which Hood had dashed to pieces against the national breastworks on every field from Atlanta to Nashville.

Hood then visited Virginia, was kindly received by Jefferson Davis, with whom he always remained a favorite, even amid the impending ruin of the Confederacy.

and was on his way to Texas with instructions to bring a new army from that remote but gallant state to the rescue of the falling cause when he heard of Lee's surrender.

The division Hardy held in reserve was that of Major General Patrick Claiborne, composed of three veteran brigades of Arkansans, Mississippians, Alabamans, Tennesseans, and Texans.

Those 4,000 rebel soldiers had bloodied Sherman in the past, from Tunnel Hill on Missionary Ridge to Pickett's Mill to Kennesaw Mountain, and they relished the chance to do so again.

late in the afternoon of july twentieth claiborne had been prepared to lead his troops against george thomas's solid but shaken line south of peachtree creek and a charge by his division at that time might have altered the course and perhaps the outcome of the battle

But it was not to be.

She said, "I, I, I, I just don't know." So we drove back to the house.

Once we got off the interstate of the Ringgold, Tunnel Hill exit, she said, "Are you gonna kill me if I decide I want the white one?"

[laughs]

I turned around.

On the 29th of December a small force of cavalry of only 600 men, under command of Colonel W. J. Palmer of the 15th Pennsylvania, went roving through North Alabama and Mississippi, striking the enemy here and there, destroying one day his pontoon trains, on another day a large supply train, sabering and shooting his mules, attacking the Confederate General W. W. Russell near Thornhill, routing him, capturing some prisoners, burning some wagons, and then proceeding at his leisure back to camp at Decatur after a march of over 250 miles, reporting a loss of one killed and two wounded.

Mr. Davis promptly complied with Hood's request for relief, and he bade farewell on the 23rd of January, 1865, to what was left of the army of 50,000 men which Johnston had led with such unfailing prudence and wisdom from Tunnel Hill to Atlanta, and which Hood had dashed to pieces against the national breastworks on every field from Atlanta to Nashville.

Hood then visited Virginia, was kindly received by Jefferson Davis, with whom he always remained a favorite, even amid the impending ruin of the Confederacy, and was on his way to Texas with instructions to bring a new army from that remote but gallant state to the rescue of the fallen cause, when he heard of Lee's surrender.

He tried for many days to cross the Mississippi, several times, as he says, hotly chased by federal cavalry through the wood and cane breaks.