Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1861-07-25
MistelIaneons.
Graphic Report of the Chase
from PhiIfiPPS aud the BatI1c-
of Carrick,S Ford.

The correspondent of the Cincinnati CONNER
cial gives the following exceedingly graphic re-
port of the chase of the rebels from Laurel Hill
and the battle in which Gen. Garnett lost his
life. 1t was terrible march for our bays and
they deserve all honor for it:
NOTHING TO EAT.
In the haste of starting most of our troops had
left their haversacks behind. The supply of
crackers averaged about one to each man; a lit
tie salt pork was served out, the men generally
cutting it in thin slices, distributing it far as
itwould 60, and eating it raw with their crack
ers. Hundreds, however, went supperless to
their bivouack in the bushes, laying down on
their arms and sleeping soundly.
r THE DIFFICULTIES OF THE MARCH.
We were under way in the morning by three
o'clock. The sky was overcast and the wealth
er cold. A drizzling mist commenced falling
which, in an hour or two, turned into a steady,
chilling rain. the clouds pouring down their
burden in such torrents as you are accustomed
to in June thunder shower. We forded Lead
ing Creek twice, ana by the time we reached
the miserable little village of New Interest, at
the foot of Laurel Mountains. (another range of
the Alleghenies, from which the Lanrel Hill
range is mere spur) there was not dry
thread in our clothing. Every hair on our
head became conduit for the descending boun-
ty of Jupiter Pluvius. Passing the village a
few miles we struck directly over the noun.
tains. for Cheat River, by a by-road which the
rebels had taken. 1t was of the worst descrip-
tion. At every step the mud grew deeper and
the way more difficult, and one felt as though
somebody was tugging at his heels to pull off his
shoes. Now slipping down in the mud, now
plunging into pool knee deep, staggering
about in the mire like drunken men. the SOL
diers elated with the prospect of fight, pushed
cfa and brow aIxy CO fh4
the mirc kneaded by the feet Of the thousands,
pursued and pursuing, that it flowed down the
mountain road like thick tar. Every rivulet,
too, became a torrent, while the creeks, swollen
with the burden of the rams, became dashing
and foaming rivers. In the Laurel Mountains,
we found more evidences of the disorderly
flight of the rebels For miles, tents, tent poles,
knapsacks, everything, indeed, even to person
al apparel, was strewn in an indiscrminate lit
.eer, and trodden down under their flying feet.
Here we're more wagons upset, and kept from
plunging over sarges down which it made me
dizzy to look. only by the dense thickets OF
and the trunks of trees. Every
where it was disaster after disaster. Occasional
ly we halted, and those SO fortunate as to have
them, munched their wet etcrackers with as much
satisfaction as you would sit down to a banquet
at the Gibson House. Others stretched them
selves out along the road side and some were SO
weary that they sat down III the middle of the
road to rest. A few gave out entirely.
They finally came in sight of the enemy, and
then comes
THE CHASE.
The chase now became highly exciting. The
rebels pitched the rest of their camp equipage
into the bushes; the officers threw their trunks,
containing their personal effects in the gullies
and ravines, and the privates give up their blan-