A BRIEF NARRATIVE OF THE Fourth Tennessee Cavalry Regiment
Reading edition
WHEELER’S CORPS, ARMY
OF TENNESSEE
By GEORGE B. GUILD
NASHVILLE, TENN.
1913
Dedication
To those comrades “who went with us but came not back again,” many of whom are sleeping in their blankets in unknown graves on the battlefields where they fell
The rough board that perhaps a comrade placed at the head to direct the footsteps of inquiring friends has long since rotted down; and the little mound they spread above their soldier breast has been leveled by the plowshare or the long years that have passed since then. But there the wild flower sheds its sweetest perfume to the morning air, and the song bird warbles its lay to the setting sun, and at night the stars of heaven, as they climb the Milky Way, look down and grow brighter as they pass.