October 3d.
Our trap is sprung at last. For three long, weary days and sleepless nights we patiently awaited the coming of that “flanking column” which we were to capture or annihilate. First they were reported crossing at Tennessee Ford, twenty miles below, thirty thousand strong, to sweep the “Northern vandals” from this fair valley and open up a way for supplies to reach Richmond. Next their advance had reached Marysville, fourteen miles from this place. Citizens came flocking in all day Thursday, telling sickening tales of outrage perpetrated by their “advance” on unoffending “Union people.” Some reported them four hundred strong, others fifteen or twenty thousand.
Yesterday it was reported ten thousand of our cavalry had gone out to reconnoitre. They visited the Ford no “raid” had been there—Rocksville; no cavalry had been there—to Loudon; no guerillas had been there. A council of war was held, and they decided to return by the way of Marysville. There the enemy had been seen. Cautiously they advanced to beleaguer the devoted town. A short distance from the town a halt was called and scouts sent out to reconnoitre. They found the city “occupied” by a force of—eight bushwackers. These were captured “without the loss of a man on our side.”
