Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1864-09-23
Down in Tennessee"

From Edmund Klrke's new book,
"Down in Tennessee" we take the fol-
lowing graphic description of some OF the
gallant Western Generals he met while
in Rosecrans' army
A BATCH OF WESTERN GENERALS.
Whie the two generals were in con-
versation, a spare, sallow-faced, dark
haired man, who had the air and the
manners of a gentleman, entered the
room, and bowing to the officers about
me, joined the two in the corner. "Fhat
is Crittenden," said the officer. "They
are here for consultation. We must
leave"
We all passed into Gen. Garfeld's
apartment, and every chair and stool in
the room, and the low camp cot in the
corner, were soon filled with "sitters'-
and sitters who would grace any portrait
gallery in the world,
The reader has heard of every one of
them. The stout, full>faced,forid COM
pexioned man, leaning against the wall
! by the window, was the sold Russian"
Turchin. The very tall, slim young man
with long, dark hair and flowing beard,
Just then canted back in his chair, with
his long legs perched on the window sill,
was the Chief of Cavalry-Stanly. The
handsome man next to him, with wavy
brown hair, and face SO much like Low
ellis, was St. Clair Morton, who might
be a poet, aud is a hero. The SCARED
warrior on his right, with lone white
beard, thin, gray tufts on the side of his
head, and spectacles on his nose, was
Van Cleve and leaning against The wall,
at his back, the dark man, with keen, in
tense eyes, heavy black beard, and coarse
wiry hair, starting up into sort of pyra-
mid on the top of bis head, was JEFF. c.
Davis, who killed Nelson. The plain
farmer-like, plucky looking man on my
right, was Palmer-now commanding the
Fourteenth corps. The tall man next to
him, in rusty uniform and big boots, with
foil, clear eye and expressive face, was
Negly; and in other parts of the room
were Hazeu, Lytle, Reynolds, Harker,
King, McKibben, aud others, TOO numer-
Gus 10 mention"
Thrusting bis pen behind bis ear, Gar
field wheeled about on bis stool ard open
ed the conversation. 1t soon turned up.
on the rebellion, which be compared to
the conspiracy of Cataline. 1t had, be
said, the same origin and objects, and was
set atoot by similar class Of bankrupt
scoundrels. A discussion followed, and
in it Garfeld-who, at fifteen, drove
horses on canal, and worked his way
through college with saw and jack
plane-dsplayed a classical knowledge
that would have done credit to any Har-
ward professor. AT its close singularly
quiet unassuming man, in plain pants,
loose blue sack, and everyday boots, en-.
tered the room and took seat on the
window sill, by the side Of Stanly. He
was below the medium height, slightly
built, with closely cut hair and beard, and
a dark, sun-browned face. There was
nothing about him to attract attention,
except bis eye, but that seemed ball of
black flame. "How are you Phil ?"-
"Good Morning Sheridan" greeted him
from various parts of the room, and Gar.
field turning to me, said "Mr. that
is Gen. Sheridan"
1t was the youngest corps commander
in the army-the man who, when Nc
Cook was routed, stood so like a wall at
Stone River who led the desperate as
sault on Mission Ridge, and has recently
made the brilliant cavalry campaign in
Virginia.
A VISIT TO SHERIDAN.
A: Stone River, during the second
days fight, a young cavalry officer rode
up to Gen. Thomas for orders. "Report
to Morton-at the 'front.'" said the Gen
eral, and shouting TO his men, the young
man dashed on to where the battle was
raging holly. Morton was net there
On he went again, through the thick
smoke and the hurtling fire, to where
Hazen was reaping harvest of death on
that terrible "half-acre;r, but Morton
was not there. "Where is Morton ?" he
cried. ''At the front p came back from
out the smoke, and again he rode on, rode
past the "Burnt House," past where
Rosecrans sat like statue amid Ia hail
storm Of fire, past where reeking funer-
al pile marked the outer line of intrench- i.
ments, on to the cannon-ploughed, death
strewn cotton field as be mad Call
him back Call him back p shouted the
G.,orol I,,I H.