Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1864-09-14
The CAPIuREOF ALBANIA
interesting "Details up to Sept. 1Oth.

tIdCbo VI pOSuA4aA 4uLCAOSb-
THE APPEARANCE OF JoNEsBoRo.
10 A. Mn Jonesboro and watc ing
one of the most imposing sights of the
war. Our army is marching through the
village, in double column, corps after corps
all with flags flying, and brass and field
bands playing with unwonted nerve. The
men cheer joyously Their burdens of
musket, blanket, knapsack and intrench-
ing tools are feathers evidently. Every
thing Is allegro with them this morning
The campaign for Atlanta is at an end and
they are headed southwark for the new
campaign. For the first time the whole
Southwest is open to them, bread and
meat permitting.
The captured battle-fags are trsiled over
head by the regiments who wrested them
from the enemy,
Jonesboro contains about forty scattered
houses. From several of them white flags
are thrust out, and 1 observe that in all the
jeers called out by these unnecessary SYM
bols of submission, the name of Vsllan
digham is very pervasive. A few dirt-col-
ored inhabitants remain, and have taken
their station at front gates to cape at the
solid columns of Yankees sweeping down
the road. .....----
They say that for the last Two days the
village has been visited by a great many
shells and that the inhabitants took refuge
in caves and cellars They describe the
retreat of the enemy, last night, as very
confused and Iasty. Darkness had hardly
fallen when it began, the wagons moving
first, running hither and thither to
| escape the rain of shells from our batteries.
The infantry passed through in heavy,
struggling masses, having every appear
ance OF being thoroughly whipped and
disheartened. By 3 a NJ. their rear
guard evacuated Jonesboro, and we find
them fown-just as we anticipated. AS
we lay enveloping Jonesboro, last night,
girdling their discounted army, our sixth
corps closed compactly on three sides of
the opposing two corps, the thought came
to many like an electric thri1-Shsll we
capture them? Those familiar with war
and its chances, thrust the fattering thought
aside resolutely, but it insisted on dancing
back again seductiveIy. 1 have heard sew
eral say querul3usly, this morning, that
we should have bagged the entire rebel
command, had such and such corps closed
up and attacked while daylight lasted.
Doubtful, very. But such is human ma
ture. We have divided the rebel army,
whipped it in detail, shattered it beyond
speedy repair; and probably captured q
great city, yet there are to be found those
who have their regrets that something
large has not been accomplished,
NEWS COMES OF THE CAPTURE OF ATLANTA
Atlanta has fallen. A few moments
| since General Thomas received dispatch
stating that the 10th Corps occupies the
city. The infinite labor and bloodshed oi
four long, wearisome sleepless months has
received a reward even richer than we
hoped Ifor. The siege of the Gate City is
over. We we're certain it must fall, but
there is something intensely grateful in
saying 1t has fallen. Cheering has broken
out in the marching columns with re-
doubled violence-not battle cheer, but q
round, rich, glorious volume, heroic in in
tonation-and containing somehow music
deeper and grander than the mellowest and
most inspiring diapson of dozen organs
such as they drown discord with in BOs,
ton.
The C6mnlerciaI and New York Herald
correspondents start back to Atlanta from
Jonesboro to be the first ones from the ar
my at Jonesboro, and have an .-
ADVENTURE ON THE ROAD TO ATLANTIS
At Rough and Ready Station, on the Ma
con Railroad, eleven miles south of Atlanta
we found few squalid women and chill
dren collected around the door steps-the
desolation broken only by the morose
drone of a spinning-wheel The glamour
of despair hung over the hamlet
A few moreimiles were passed, when q
shot from our videttes excited our interest.
In a moment we found that they had cap
tured an excellent negro, mounted on a
brisk mule, who was endeavoring to escape,
when the shot compelled him to heave to.
l have seen terror in many stages, but
never 8 more undisguised variety than
was shown by this fugitive African. His
black hide had been bleached in n moment
to smoky canary-color; his dangling
legs oscillated dizzily with nervous relaxa-
ton, and his eyes were immovably open
as those of plaster bust. If fear ever
distilled any thing to jelly, this sable
| party would have melted into a strange.
palpitating mass. In answer TO query
as to where he belonged, he managed to
gasp:
"Mum-m-m m-mum-Mr. Ferguson"
In the course of another five minutes
we ascertained that the mule he strobe be
longed to the same gentleman.
Taking the African in tow, we reached
a fine house beside the road, the entire fam,
| lily being seated upon the verandah. This
was Mr.. Ferguson and his flock. The ne
gro was requested to dismount The sad
die thrown from his mule and the animal
taken in charge by trooper, while anoth-
er impressed the negro's services in getting
his girths taut. This done, the blackamoor
was requested to deliver our respects to the
ladies in a tone intended possibly to reach
them at first hand, which he gurgled he
would be 'suah7 to do, as we rode on.
When within four and half miles from
the city, we halted at an unpretending
house for refreshment, and found there an
elderly and exceedingly garrulous lady,
whose manner led US to fear Instantly that
she was determined to protest too much.
"God bless you Yankees / why didn't
let me know should have had hot
NEAL
Then dropping her voice mysteriously,
she continued;
"Tve got two little boys with you-uns-
nice little boys-Union boys. Didn't YOU
ever meet any OF the McCools27
We had never met the McCOoIs.
While quafing a glass of milk, ono of
the escort noticed that the bed-spread in
the next room seemed little pathoric to-
wards the middle. He turned It down and
discovered-not quivering virgin-but
five guns, duly loaded and capped. In
another bed, concealed in the same man
ner, were two more guns. We ventured
to ask our Obsequious hostess why so many
small arms were cultivated about her
premises. Without moments hesitation,
and with q voice whose honeyed accents
would have been irresistible had they
issued from younger and prettier neigh
borhood, she replied:
'oh, dear, now my est-Johnny-
did you never meet Johnny McCooI? was