The removal of Averell was but the culmination of a series of events extending back to the time I assumed command of the Middle Military Division.  At the outset, General Grant, fearing discord on account of Averell’s ranking Torbert, authorized me to relieve the former officer, but I hoped that if any trouble of this sort arose, it could be allayed, or at least repressed, during the campaign against Early, since the different commands would often have to act separately.  After that, the dispersion of my army by the return of the Sixth Corps and Torbert’s cavalry to the Army of the Potomac would take place, I thought, and this would restore matters to their normal condition; but Averell’s dissatisfaction began to show itself immediately after his arrival at Martinsburg, on the 14th of August, and, except when he was conducting some independent expedition, had been manifested on all occasions since.  I therefore thought that the interest of the service would be subserved by removing one whose growing indifference might render the best-laid plans inoperative.

“HEADQUARTERS MIDDLE MILITARY DIVISION. 
“HARRISONBURG, VA., SEPT. 25, 1864 11:30 P. M. 
“LIEUT-GENERAL GRANT, Comd’g, City Point, Va.

“I have relieved Averell from his command.  Instead of following the enemy when he was broken at Fisher’s Hill (so there was not a cavalry organization left), he went into camp and let me pursue the enemy for a distance of fifteen miles, with infantry, during the night.

“P.  H. SHERIDAN, Major-General.”

The failure of Averell to press the enemy the evening of the 23d gave Early time to collect his scattered forces and take up a position on the east side of the North Fork of the Shenandoah, his left resting on the west side of that stream at Rude’s Hill, a commanding point about two miles south of Mt.  Jackson.  Along this line he had constructed some slight works during the night, and at daylight on the 24th, I moved the Sixth and Nineteenth corps through Mt.  Jackson to attack him, sending Powell’s division to pass around his left flank, toward Timberville, and Devin’s brigade across the North Fork, to move along the base of Peaked Ridge and attack his right.  The country was entirely open, and none of these manoeuvres could be executed without being observed, so as soon as my advance began, the enemy rapidly retreated in line of battle up the valley through New Market, closely followed by Wright and Emory, their artillery on the pike and their columns on its right and left.  Both sides moved with celerity, the Confederates stimulated by the desire to escape, and our men animated by the prospect of wholly destroying Early’s army.  The stern-chase continued for about thirteen miles, our infantry often coming within range, yet whenever we began to deploy, the Confederates increased the distance between us by resorting to a double quick, evading battle with admirable tact.  While all this was going on, the open country permitted us a rare and brilliant sight, the bright sun gleaming from the arms and trappings of the thousands of pursuers and pursued.