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The Daily Dispatch: August 27, 1861., [Electronic resource]

A snow field of twenty-five Tactrand Cento Fort in August. --A correspondent of the Boston Transcript, writing from the White Mountain, says: We had now accended some five thousand feet, and catching a glimpse of a small snow bank, I pushed on in advance of my companion, and he was soon dodging behind the rocks to avoid my snow balls. What a grand thing it is to have a snow-ball fight in August! And that within a hundred miles of the "Hub." Verily, times are changing. Up, up we goAugust! And that within a hundred miles of the "Hub." Verily, times are changing. Up, up we go, at last what a sight meets our vision! There, far away, high up the steep precipice, lay the snow in one broad, vast field. The dimensions must have been at the least one thousand feet by five hundred in width and height, while in many places the depth was over forty or fifty feet. It piled together at a depth of ten feet, it, without doubt, would have made a field of a square form five hundred feet on a side. There must have been twenty-five thousand cubic feet of snow in Tuckerman Ravine

Tactrand Cento Fort in August. --A correspondent of the Boston Transcript, writing from the White Mountain, says: We had now accended some five thousand feet, and catching a glimpse of a small snow bank, I pushed on in advance of my companion, and he was soon dodging behind the rocks to avoid my snow balls. What a grand thing it is to have a snow-ball fight in August! And that within a hundred miles of the "Hub." Verily, times are changing. Up, up we go, at last what a sight meets our vision! There, far away, high up the steep precipice, lay the snow in one broad, vast field. The dimensions must have been at the least one thousand feet by five hundred in width and height, while in many places the depth was over forty or fifty feet. It piled together at a depth of ten feet, it, without doubt, would have made a field of a square form five hundred feet on a side. There must have been twenty-five thousand cubic feet of snow in Tuckerman Ravine on the 2d of August, 1861.

Tactrand Cento Fort in August. --A correspondent of the Boston Transcript, writing from the White Mountain, says: We had now accended some five thousand feet, and catching a glimpse of a small snow bank, I pushed on in advance of my companion, and he was soon dodging behind the rocks to avoid my snow balls. What a grand thing it is to have a snow-ball fight in August! And that within a hundred miles of the "Hub." Verily, times are changing. Up, up we go, at last what a sight meets our vision! There, far away, high up the steep precipice, lay the snow in one broad, vast field. The dimensions must have been at the least one thousand feet by five hundred in width and height, while in many places the depth was over forty or fifty feet. It piled together at a depth of ten feet, it, without doubt, would have made a field of a square form five hundred feet on a side. There must have been twenty-five thousand cubic feet of snow in Tuckerman Ravine on the 2d of August, 1861.

he had been engaged. The Administration at Washington has shown more weakness, vanity and presumption in its refusal to exchange prisoners, than we had supposed it capable of it has planted itself upon an abstraction — could not exchange prisoners because that not would be an acknowledgment of the existence of the Southern Confederacy. This is tomfoolery, and a stickling for dignity and etiquette, that can only render them ridiculous. There is such a thing as a Southern Confederacy, or Southern Party, or Southern Army, or whatever we may choose to call them, with 200,000 troops in the field, and they made themselves felt at Manassas, to such an extent, as to at least entitle them to be regarded as belligerents, and an organization that the Washington Government might afford to exchange prisoners with!" There is some hope for Brownlow. With the aid of time, repentance, reflection, Beauregard, McCulloch and Zollicoffer, he may be licked into decency.--Charleston Courier.

Brownlow's Testimont. --Every reader knows that Brownlow, of the Knoxville Whig, is not biassed in favor of the South--in fact, Brownlow is the most virulent enemy the South or any Southern StatBrownlow, of the Knoxville Whig, is not biassed in favor of the South--in fact, Brownlow is the most virulent enemy the South or any Southern State has ever tolerated, and is far more obnoxious to the South than any of the editors who have been accused and indicted in the North have been to their own section. Here is what Brownlow says about eBrownlow is the most virulent enemy the South or any Southern State has ever tolerated, and is far more obnoxious to the South than any of the editors who have been accused and indicted in the North have been to their own section. Here is what Brownlow says about exchanging prisoners: "The usages of civilized warfare, in all civilized countries, require a prompt exchange of prisoners, and this on all hands is declared to be the duty of belligerents. Nay,Brownlow says about exchanging prisoners: "The usages of civilized warfare, in all civilized countries, require a prompt exchange of prisoners, and this on all hands is declared to be the duty of belligerents. Nay, to exchange prisoners without delay, is considered the highest act of humanity, as well as the duty of the Government. No matter how well a prisoner may be treated in the bands of an enemy, he prefehe Washington Government might afford to exchange prisoners with!" There is some hope for Brownlow. With the aid of time, repentance, reflection, Beauregard, McCulloch and Zollicoffer, he may b

he had been engaged. The Administration at Washington has shown more weakness, vanity and presumption in its refusal to exchange prisoners, than we had supposed it capable of it has planted itself upon an abstraction — could not exchange prisoners because that not would be an acknowledgment of the existence of the Southern Confederacy. This is tomfoolery, and a stickling for dignity and etiquette, that can only render them ridiculous. There is such a thing as a Southern Confederacy, or Southern Party, or Southern Army, or whatever we may choose to call them, with 200,000 troops in the field, and they made themselves felt at Manassas, to such an extent, as to at least entitle them to be regarded as belligerents, and an organization that the Washington Government might afford to exchange prisoners with!" There is some hope for Brownlow. With the aid of time, repentance, reflection, Beauregard, McCulloch and Zollicoffer, he may be licked into decency.--Charleston Courier.

he had been engaged. The Administration at Washington has shown more weakness, vanity and presumption in its refusal to exchange prisoners, than we had supposed it capable of it has planted itself upon an abstraction — could not exchange prisoners because that not would be an acknowledgment of the existence of the Southern Confederacy. This is tomfoolery, and a stickling for dignity and etiquette, that can only render them ridiculous. There is such a thing as a Southern Confederacy, or Southern Party, or Southern Army, or whatever we may choose to call them, with 200,000 troops in the field, and they made themselves felt at Manassas, to such an extent, as to at least entitle them to be regarded as belligerents, and an organization that the Washington Government might afford to exchange prisoners with!" There is some hope for Brownlow. With the aid of time, repentance, reflection, Beauregard, McCulloch and Zollicoffer, he may be licked into decency.--Charleston Courier.

urse, men of families would prefer to be with them, but war has really lost its terror, and there is no thought or care as to whether it closes speedily or not. I believe the army prefer the capture of Washington to peace. Important movements are doubtless on foot, and do not be surprised if, are many weeks, the appearance of things is very considerably changed, and the Confederate flag where it is not now allowed to wave. Yet our army is opposed to invasion, and would hesitate to advance beyond certain points, useless to specify. The long roll sounds. I must close. Pen. Yours, hastily, pen. August 24th, 1861. Back in camp again, after a double quick march of three or four miles--quite tired False alarms cause soldiers some trouble sometimes. We went out but found no enemy, and returned about 8 P. M., 23d. You may confidently look for stirring intelligence if the enemy makes any advance. Weather cool and pleasant. Nothing else of interest. Pen.

Fairfax Station Camp, C. S. Army, Aug. 23, 1861. The monotony of our camp was somewhat relieved yesterday by the arrival of the cars at this station. At least a regiment of our brigade was on the ground to witness the "grand entrance." With what gratification we witnessed this evidence that the "outside world" was still in motion, is better felt than described. In fact, the railroad is now an institution, and we long for its arrival each day, and hundreds greet its arrival with pleasure. For several reasons we are glad to see the cars here — it is a novelty in our camp; it affords better transportation for supplies, and we are enabled to have better communication with the "dear ones at home," besides receiving the papers. No wonder we were glad to see the cars. There is not much news in camp. There is in lieu thereof, however, a good portion of fever; but as yet there have been but two or three deaths, and not more than would have occurred at home under simila