The Great Locomotive Chase Page #2

Private William Knight, Company E.

Not any longer, gentlemen.

Forget that you've ever been soldiers.

Mr. Brown and Mr. Knight

have been informed

By their company commanders

about our venture.

They know what they have to do.

We can't get along without them.

All I can tell the rest of you is that

while Mitchell moves toward Chattanooga,

We must penetrate more than 100 miles

behind the Confederate lines in Georgia

To destroy the rail road.

If we fail, every one of us may be hanged

or torn in pieces by an angry mob.

You have no experience

playing the part of spies.

Some of you are pretty young.

Since we're asking you to volunteer blindly,

it won't be dishonorable to back out now.

If you had any sense, you'd return to camp

and get into uniform again.

[coyote howls]

Good. You're the men for me.

Now then, you're to travel southeast

through the Cumberland Mountains,

Cross the Tennessee River,

And be ready to catch the 5:00 train south

out of Chattanooga Thursday afternoon.

Your destination is the Railroad Hotel

at Marietta, Georgia.

If anyone fails to meet me there

before sun up Friday morning,

The attempt will be made without him.

Any questions?

I'm Bill Campbell.

What'll we tell the Johnny Rebs

About who we are

and where we're from?

Tell them you're Kentuckians, escaping

Yankee rule to join a Southern regiment.

If they press you, tell them you hail

from Fleming County, Kentucky.

I'm from Flemingsburg, and no man from

that county ever joined the Southern army.

- What if they have us cornered?

- Don't hesitate to join their army.

You can escape back to your own lines

some dark night on picket duty.

I'm Bob Buff um. Would you care to tell us

how you intend to reach Marietta?

I'll travel on the same road,

sometimes before you, sometimes behind.

- We allowed to talk to you?

- Treat me as you would a stranger.

As for you, Mr. Buff um, it might be wiser

if you didn't speak at all.

I never met a Kentuckian

so plainly from Massachusetts.

Fihunde

Do you have your pistols?

Keep them hidden.

In this business, you never fight

unless you've failed, and we won't fail.

Nothing can stop us.

Fihunde

Nothing.

[Pittenger] Andrews gave us 3 days for

our journey through the Cumberlands.

Traveling by twos and threes,

we were strung out miles apart

In a desolate country.

We'd been supplied with Confederate

money, but food and lodging were scarce,

And transportation out of the question.

My companion was the Giant,

Bill Campbell.

As I came to know him, I felt a growing

concern over his quick, violent temper.

One such powder keg could blow

our whole expedition sky-high.

We reached the Tennessee River on time,

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