The engine was under steam, and ready to start for that mysterious somewhere.

The whistle blew long and loud, and away we went at break-neck speed for an hour, and drew up at a little place by the name of Jonesboro.

The Yankees had captured the town, and were tearing up the railroad track.

A regiment of Rebel infantry and a brigade of cavalry were already in line of battle in their rear.
We jumped out of the cars and advanced to attack them in front.

Our line had just begun to open a pretty brisk fire on the Yankee cavalry, when they broke, running right through and over the lines of the regiment of infantry and brigade of cavalry in their rear, the men opening ranks to get out of the way of the hoofs of their horses.