of my attacker. I could not reach him; my hands came in

progress was slow, until some genius conceived the idea that the

track, rails and ties, might be lifted from its bed bodily, turned

over, and subjected to a high heat; a convenient supply of dry fence-

rails would furnish ample fuel to render the rails useless. In this

way a good deal of the track was effectively broken up, and

communication by rail from Corinth to the south entirely cut off.

While we were still busy in wrecking the road, a dash was made at my

right and rear by a squadron of Confederate cavalry. This was