The cheering was so lusty that the enemy must have taken it for a night attack.

At all events it drew from him a furious fusillade of artillery and musketry, plainly heard but not felt by us.
Meade and I rode in advance.

We had passed but a little way beyond our left when the road forked.

We looked to see, if we could, which road Sheridan had taken with his cavalry during the day.

It seemed to be the right-hand one, and accordingly we took it.