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With the increasing daylight the pursuit was 

 reopened with vigor, and on we went, and ever 

 on, marching all that day, our rear-guard being 

 constantly engaged, and hundreds of our men 

 being captured, thousands more scattering into 

 the woods. My lieutenant-colonel, Von Helm- 

 rich, who had been for twenty-eight years a 

 cavalry officer in Germany, and who, after thir- 

 teen months in Libby Prison, had overtaken us 

 as we were leaving Memphis, was recaptured 

 and carried back to Richmond, — to die of a 

 good dinner on his second release, ten months 

 later. At nightfall, the pursuit growing weak, 

 we halted to collect together our stragglers, 

 but not to rest, and after a short half-hour 

 pushed on again; and all that interminable 

 night, and until half past ten the next morn- 

 ing, when we reached Colliersville and the rail- 

 road, reinforcements, and supplies, we marched, 

 marched, marched, without rest, without sleep, 

 and without food. The cavalry-men were mainly 

 dismounted and driving their tired jades before 

 them, only Max and a few others carrying their 



