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from our view, but from which his musketry was heard.--General Meigs to Secretary Stanton. By the banks of Chattanooga watching with a soldier's heed, In the chilly autumn morning, gallant Grant was on his steed: For the foe had climbed above him with the banners of their band, And the cannon swept the river from the hills of Cumberland. Like a trumpet rang his orders: “Howard, Thomas, to the bridge! One brigade aboard the Dunbar! Storm the heights of Mission Ridge, On the left the ledges, Sherman, charge and hurl the rebels down! Hooker, take the steeps of Lookout and the slopes before the town!” Fearless, from the northern summits, looked the traitors, where they lay, On the gleaming Union army, marshalled as for muster-day, Till the sudden shout of battle thundered upward its alarms, And they dropped their idle glasses in a hurried rush to arms. Then together up the highlands, surely, swiftly, swept the lines, And the clang of war above them swelled with loud and louder signs, Ti
A rebel tract.--A New-Hampshire soldier in Sherman's army sent to his family a tract picked up on the battle-field of Resaca, June fifteenth. Its title is as follows: Evangelical Tract Society, Petersburgh, Va. No. 214. I Die in a Just Cause. By Rev. John 0. Robinson, Rogersville, Tenn. The first paragraph is as follows: Confederate soldiers! you bear a proud name, and one that posterity will honor. Despite your homely garb, your coarse shoes, and hard fare, your country applauds the heroism, the daring valor, the patient endurance of her soldiers, even when the besotted editors of Federal newspapers style them, in derision, butternuts and ragamuffins: There can be no question that Southern troops are unsurpassed in valor and patriotism by any body of soldiers in the world. They have every thing to make them so, for, like the Jews in the days of Nehemiah, they fight for their brethren, their sons, their daughters, their wives, and their houses. Your enemies str
Sherman's flank movements.--General Sherman's strategy in flanking the rebels out of their strong positions, puzzles the natives a good deal. A young woman said it was not fair to fight the Southern soldiers on end. She then went on to say that the day before General Bragg had formed two streaks of fight in their door-yard with walking soldiers, and General Wheeler formed one streak of fight with critter soldiers --meaning cavalry — behind the house, but that Joe Hooker had come up and fGeneral Sherman's strategy in flanking the rebels out of their strong positions, puzzles the natives a good deal. A young woman said it was not fair to fight the Southern soldiers on end. She then went on to say that the day before General Bragg had formed two streaks of fight in their door-yard with walking soldiers, and General Wheeler formed one streak of fight with critter soldiers --meaning cavalry — behind the house, but that Joe Hooker had come up and flanked Bragg, and made him fall back, which he did in such a hurry, that he upset dad's ash-hopper plant, which cost two dollars and fifty cents in Atlanta; and dad was a-goina to sue Bragg for waste. This a fair specimen of the way these poor people think and talk. They do not generally display half the intelligence the slaves d
A brave drummer-boy.--Orion P. Howe, of Waukegan, Illinois, drummer-boy to the Fifty-fifth volunteers of that State, was appointed to fill a vacancy in the Naval School at Newport. The following extract from a letter written by Major-General Sherman to Secretary Stanton, detailing an incident which transpired during the assault upon the rebel works at Vicksburgh, on May nineteenth, doubtless secured the boy's promotion: When the assault at Vicksburgh was at its height on the nineteenth of May, and I was in front near the road which formed my line of attack, this young lad came up to me wounded and bleeding, with a good, healthy boy's cry: General Sherman, send some cartridges to Colonel Malmborg; the men are nearly all out. What is the matter, my boy? They shot me in the leg, sir, but I can go to the hospital. Send the cartridges right away. Even where we stood the shot fell thick, and I told him to go to the rear at once, I would attend to the cartridges, and off he l