there was no labor left to plant a crop for this season.
The result is, that there has been more wheat planted in East-Tennessee, and, by the blessing of providence, a greater crop, than ever was known.
On every plain, on every hill, the grain stands up healthful and heavy — the big ears are crying for the reapers.
Now, all through our land there is going up a wail that there is not labor enough to save this great crop which God has vouchsafed us. General Beauregard has been addressed in Georgia, has been solicited to let the soldiers go home to reap their wheat, that their wives and children may not starve.
General Beauregard, as far as we can learn, has not responded to the cries of the soldiers' wives.
In East-Tennessee we are more fortunate.
We have a large force here in our nitre and mining bureau; good, trusty fellows, who under Captain Finnie's direction, have been digging villainous saltpetre out of the bowels of the earth.
In consideration of their delving in caves a