Near New Market, as a last effort to hold the enemy, I pushed Devin’s cavalry—­comprising about five hundred men—­with two guns right up on Early’s lines, in the hope that the tempting opportunity given him to capture the guns would stay his retreat long enough to let my infantry deploy within range, but he refused the bait, and after momentarily checking Devin he continued on with little loss and in pretty good order.

All hope of Torbert’s appearing in rear of the Confederates vanished as they passed beyond New Market.  Some six miles south of this place Early left the Valley Pike and took the road to Keezletown, a move due in a measure to Powell’s march by way of Timberville toward Lacy’s Springs, but mainly caused by the fact that the Keezletown road ran immediately along the base of Peaked Mountain—­a rugged ridge affording protection to Early’s right flank—­and led in a direction facilitating his junction with Kershaw, who had been ordered back to him from Culpeper the day after the battle of the Opequon.  The chase was kept up on the Keezeltown road till darkness overtook us, when my weary troops were permitted to go into camp; and as soon as the enemy discovered by our fires that the pursuit had stopped, he also bivouacked some five miles farther south toward Port Republic.

The next morning Early was joined by Lomax’s cavalry from Harrisonburg, Wickham’s and Payne’s brigades of cavalry also uniting with him from the Luray Valley.  His whole army then fell back to the mouth of Brown’s Gap to await Kershaw’s division and Cutshaw’s artillery, now on their return.

By the morning of the 25th the main body of the enemy had disappeared entirely from my front, and the capture of some small, squads of Confederates in the neighboring hills furnished us the only incidents of the day.  Among the prisoners was a tall and fine looking officer, much worn with hunger and fatigue.  The moment I saw him I recognized him as a former comrade, George W. Carr, with whom I had served in Washington Territory.  He was in those days a lieutenant in the Ninth Infantry, and was one of the officers who superintended the execution of the nine Indians at the Cascades of the Columbia in 1856.  Carr was very much emaciated, and greatly discouraged by the turn events had recently taken.  For old acquaintance sake I gave him plenty to eat, and kept him in comfort at my headquarters until the next batch of prisoners was sent to the rear, when he went with them.  He had resigned from the regular army at the commencement of hostilities, and, full of high anticipation, cast his lot with the Confederacy, but when he fell into our hands, his bright dreams having been dispelled by the harsh realities of war, he appeared to think that for him there was no future.

Picking up prisoners here and there, my troops resumed their march directly south on the Valley pike, and when the Sixth and Nineteenth corps reached Harrisonburg, they went into camp, Powell in the meanwhile pushing on to Mt.  Crawford, and Crook taking up a position in our rear at the junction of the Keezletown road and the Valley pike.  Late in the afternoon Torbert’s cavalry came in from New Market arriving at that place many hours later than it had been expected.