Weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1858-1865, 1863-11-25

A B,rd,s.Eye View of ROsecrans' Retreat :.
The Atlanta Contederacy has the following inter
esting paragraph relating to the battle oil Cheka'
manga
An amusing circumstancc-also equally historl-
c+l-occurred on Monday morning, after the battle
of Chickamauga, which we have not seen in print
Forrest led the cavalry advance, and with his com
mand pushed boldly forward to the Missionary
Ridge driving the rear of the enemy before him.
and receiving few random shots as they sesmper-
ed down the other side of the hill.
Upon reaching the summit, at point not far
from the present headquarters OF Gen. Bragg, the
party came to halt and while taking horoscope ="
of things about them discovered four Yankees con-
ceaed high up among the branches Of apine tree
near them. Twenty guns were instantly levelled
"Don't shoot" screamed the blue birds, well
come" and trembling in every limb, they Chamber
ed from their perch and rolled on the ground in
front Of Forrest A brief investigation ascertained
that they were sharp shooters, who had not had
time to escape before the rapid advance and retreat
The pine tree was one of the most conspicuous
upon that lofty chain Of hills, and without branch
from the bottom to hight of sixty or seventy feet
The Yankees had bored holes in its sides and placed
stairway of pegs along its trunk. Forces. imme.
diately mounted these, and with the eagerness and
agility of a boy bounded to the green boughs far
above whence the view upon either slope of the
ridge fell off in panoramic luxuriance. Gods, what
sight was there! Moses, when he stood upon
Mount Nebo and gazed into the promised land be.
held no fairer vision than swan before the delighted
eyes Of Forrest.
The day was bright and clear. The clouds OF
smoke which 6oated like swarm Of crows over
the battlefield, WAS far in rear. The woods below
were not yet incrusted with the deep layer of dus
which settled upon them later in the day. The sky
was still penetrable; and as the keen gray eye OF
the enthusiast surveyed the scene, new beauties
mantled and remsntlel themselves, oneby one, until
the heart swelled with the gride and glory OF con
queror who beholds the spoils of victory almost in
his grasp. This valley vas one moving sea OF panic
stricken Yankees, hurrying towards Chattanooga
The debris OF the battle, anbuances trains of ord
nance, artillery, and herds of CATTLE were huddle6
together in confused mass. Otficcrs we're hurry
ing hither and thither. The groves we're thick with
retiring blue coats-far beyond the bright waters OF
the Tennessee river, SPAWNED by a wide pontoon
were being rapidly crossed whilst the hills on the
other side were thicky yelled in dust There were
no Notifications erected being erected. All was
haste and fear.
Forrest called from his elevated position to an
officer: 'Write back to Gen. Bragg and tell him
he has it all his own way. The whole country is
covered with Yankees. Tell him they are crossing
the river, and he has only to press forward and fin
ish this thing. Every hour he losses is the loss Of
thousand men," Such were the words OF Forrest
and they were duly dispatched Again and again
did he send back the same message before the morn
ing was over: "Come on; for Gods sake, come
on" The field was ours; the fruit had but to be
gathered.