are over the border.
Many a banner spread flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story; Mount and make ready, then, sons of the mountain glen!
Fight for the King and the old Scottish border!
The Major and Mr. Furay are engaged in a tremendous dispute.
Furay is positive he can not be mistaken, and the Major laughs him to scorn.
When these gentlemen lock horns in dead earnest the clatter of words becomes terrible, and the combat ends only when both fall oFuray is positive he can not be mistaken, and the Major laughs him to scorn.
When these gentlemen lock horns in dead earnest the clatter of words becomes terrible, and the combat ends only when both fall on their cots exhausted.
The Colonel's resignation has been accepted.
He delivered his valedictory to the regiment this evening.
Subsequently he passed through the company quarters, shaking hands with the boys and bidding them farewell.
Still later he made a speech, in which he called God to witness that he was a loyal man, and promised to pray for us all. The regiment is disorderly, if not mutinous even.
The best thing he can do for it and himself is to get out.
od an‘ fat, sah; sometimes he too fat.
We move at ten o'clock to-morrow.
We have settled down at Mitchellville for a few days.
After dinner Furay and I rode six miles beyond this, on the road to Nashville, to the house of a Union farmer whose acquaintance I made last spring.
The old gentleman was very glad he watch, expecting the guerrilla bands, which rendezvous at Tyree Springs, ten miles distant, to come for the purpose of taking him away.
When, therefore, he saw Furay and me galloping up to the house, he mounted his horse and rode for the woods as fast as his steed could carry him. After we had been there half an hour, he returne had a splendid supper: chicken, pork, ham, milk, pumpkin pie; in short, there was every thing on the table that a hungry man could desire.
I had introduced Mr. Furay as the correspondent of the Cincinnati Gazette; but the good folks, not understanding this long title exactly, dubbed him Doctor.
There were three strapping gir
last summer, when General T. T. Crittenden was taken, and lost quite a number of men, horses, and one gun, in the battle of Stone river.
At midnight orderlies went clattering around the camps with orders for the troops to be supplied with five days provisions, and in readiness to march at a moment's notice.
We expected to be sent away this morning, but no orders have yet come to move.
Mrs. Colonel B. F. Scribner sent me a very handsome bouquet with her compliments.
Mr. Furay accompanied Vallandigham outside the Federal lines, and received from him a parting declaration, written in pencil and signed by himself, wherein he claimed that he was a citizen of Ohio and of the United States, brought there by force and against his will, and that he delivered himself up as a prisoner of war.
Captain Gilbert E. Winters, A. C. S., took tea with me. He is as jovial as the most successful man in the world, and overruns with small jokes and stories, many of whi
neral decay, which should be recognized as the national smell of the Confederacy.
Captain Van Duzer, Superintendent of Military Telegraphs, as soon as he became convinced of the fall of Atlanta, ran through his lines to the city, and instructed an operator to transmit the glad intelligence to Washington, via Cumberland Gap — Wheeler having destroyed the wires between Nashville and Chattanooga.
At one of the repeating stations the operator interrupted the message by asking Is this another Furay?
The query was, in an electrical way, warmly resented.
The despatch passed on, and an answer was received from the War Department four hours after our forces entered the city.
We know of no more modest way, or one more likely to prove convincing to those who claim to think that the fall of Atlanta involves Sherman in fresh difficulties, than to permit the rebels themselves to express their opinion of the matter.
General T. J. Wood's report.
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