During the days that immediately followed Harry was much with Sherburne.
The brave colonel was one of Stuart's most trusted officers. Despite the
forests and thickets there was much work for the cavalry to do, while the
two armies circled and circled, each seeking to get the advantage of the
other.
Sheridan, they heard, was trying to curve about with his horsemen and
reach Richmond, and Stuart, with his cavalry, including Sherburne's,
was sent to intercept him, Harry riding by Sherburne's side. It was near
the close of May, but the air was cool and pleasant, a delight to breathe
after the awful Wilderness.
Stuart, despite his small numbers, was in his gayest spirits, and when
he overtook the enemy at a little place called Yellow Tavern he attacked
with all his customary fire and vigor. In the height of the charge,
Harry saw him sink suddenly from his horse, shot through the body.
He died not long afterward and the greatest and most brilliant horseman
of the South passed away to join Jackson and so many who had gone before.
Harry was one of the little group who carried the news to Lee, and he saw
how deeply the great leader was affected. So many of his brave generals
had fallen that he was like the head of a family, bereft.
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