The last time that we heard of him, he went with Stonewall Jackson away up in the mountains of West Virginia, toward Romney, and I did hear that while standing picket at a little place called Hampshire Crossing, on a little stream called St.John's Run, he and eleven others froze to death.
We have never heard of him since." He got up and began walking up and down the room, his hands crossed behind his back.

I buckled on my knapsack to go back to camp, and I shook hands with the two good old people, and they told me good-bye, and both said, "God bless you, God bless you." I said the same to them, and said, "I pray God to reward you, and bring your son safe home again." When I got back to camp I found cannon and caissons moving, and I knew and felt that General Hood was going to strike the enemy again.

Preparations were going on, but everything seemed to be out of order and system.

Men were cursing, and seemed to be dissatisfied and unhappy, but the army was moving.
A BODY WITHOUT LIMBS--AN ARMY WITHOUT CAVALRY Forrest's cavalry had been sent to Mississippi; Wheeler's cavalry had been sent to North Carolina and East Tennessee.

Hood had sent off both of his "arms"-- for cavalry was always called the most powerful "arm" of the service.