It was Stoneman's cavalry, upon its celebrated raid toward Macon and Andersonville to liberate the Federal prisoners.

We went to work like beavers, and in a few hours the railroad track had been repaired so that we could pass.
Every few miles we would find the track torn up, but we would get out of the cars, fix up the track, and light out again.

We were charging a brigade of cavalry with a train of cars, as it were.

They would try to stop our progress by tearing up the track, but we were crowding them a little too strong.

At last they thought it was time to quit that foolishness, and then commenced a race between cavalry and cars for Macon, Georgia.