Three thousand seven hundred of the
Federal prisoners captured by
General Beauregard at
Corinth arrived at
Chattanooga, Tennessee, on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
They were on their way to a place of security.
The Correspondent, writing from
Chattanooga or date of May 30, says:
‘
Take them altogether, they are quite and able-bodied set of man, evidently the flower of the
Northern army, being natives of
Wisconsin,
Illinois,
Ohio and
Missouri.
They were not treated with discourtesy at
Chattanooga.
Eight hundred of them were sent down the
Tennessee.
When they were about to leave
Chattanooga they gave three cheers for
Colonel Claiborn, the
Confederate Provost Marshal of the town.
The remainder of them were sent in different directions beyond our lines, having, no doubt, been paroled."
’
The letter goes on to say that
Governor Harris, of
Tennessee, arrived at
Chattanooga on the morning of the 30th ultimo, from
Memphis.
"I have not seen him yet. I hope be will not much longer remain a refugee, but may soon be welcomed by the oppressed fair one of his own beautiful capital.
I have heard several anecdotes related by persons from
Nashville, amongst which is the following: A little boy, a vender of pies, started out with his basket, when he was accosted by a Federal on a horse; a tempting pie was purchased, when the
Federal, suspicions by a depraved nature, requested the boy to taste a pieces; the boy complied, returned it, and the
Federal commenced eating.
The boy understanding the fears of Uncle Sam's hireling, immediately sang out, 'Don't you think I know'd which side had the pisin?'--The pie was thrown down hastily, but the boy kept the dime and the joke.
‘"A lady and child was crossing to Edgefleld in a boat with some Federals, when the little patriot shouted for
Jeff Davis. '
Madam,' said the
Federal, 'do you teach your children that?' 'Yes, sir,' she replied, bravely; 'also to hate you from their cradles to their graver.' Go home, you wooden nutmeg manufacturers — the spirit of the
South is invincible, the rebel flowers thrive most when trampled on. 'Out of the months of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected scorn."’
‘"Hurrah!
Morgan is coming will be here to-morrow.
Mr. Cralg, from
Augusta, arrived here last night, bringing a magnificent saddle.
It was captured during the
Mexican war, and has been in the possession of the old hero,
Gen. Twiggs.
Subsequently, it was purchased by a gentleman in
Augusta, and is now here as a taken of appreciation of gallant
Col. Morgan, by a subscription of citizens from the above-named place.
The workmanship, which is of silver, is most elaborates, everything completing it is most superb.
A rare saddle for a rare man. Said a lady, a few days ago to
Col. M., on her presentation to him: '
Colonel, I would rather shake hands with you than any other man but my husband.' Ladies possessing that rare virtue of loving their 'liege lords,' will appreciate this genuine sentiment.
It spoke volumes."’
'Hearts are anxiously throbbing and eyes expectantly turned towards
Virginia and
Corinth.
Shall we or shall we not be free?
That's the question.'
‘"Just us I am writing four soldiers have passed, carrying a tiny coffin, containing the little form of some comrades child.
Rough hands, perhaps, have dashed aside the tear as they stood around the sufferer's bed; but it is safe now. These are the precious gems to be collected in the day when 'He shall come to gather up His jewels.'"’
