The South western news. (Dawson, GA.) 188?-1889, 1888-05-23

Altogether, during the siege,
seven shells struck the Crusselle
lot only three Of them exploiting.
Between Ellis and Cain and
Spring and Ivy streets 1853 shells
struck, doing comparatively little
damage.
The stately Herring Mansion on
Peachtree, in later years Known as
the Leyden house, had more than
its share of these missiles. One
crashed through the house.. ricoch-
eted, landing OH a-bed in which a
lady was trying to take a nap;
where cozily settled down on one of
the pillows with its fu e still smol-
ing. Another, spent she'll, drop
ped into one of the rooms on the
first floor where it poised itself on
its end before a pier glass.
ut merely paused for reAec>
tion," remarked one of the inmates
of the house who, by the way had,
rushed across the street to put on
such garments as he had carried
with him in his fight.
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But all this occurred in one To-
cality. The same wild experience
befell other parts of the city. The
neighborhood called Deantown was
shelled almost out of existence.
The heavy projectiles dprted IN a
straight lihe down Marietta street,
stripping nearly every house of its
weatherboardingt
The helpless citizens burrowed
under the ground like moles. They
spent third of their time down in
the bowels of the earth. The sides
of the railway cit Under the Broad
street bridge Looked like net work
of holes. so many caves had beer
dug there b. people who were
seeking safe refuge. Ev q the
bank vaults were utilized in this
way, and the families and friends
OF many a city banker spent night
after night ia tlfese massively wall
ed apartments.
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But, as the temptation is to dis
gress' from Atlanta's first shsll to
other stirring events, it is is natur.,,
al, by way of contrast. to skip over
the long stretch of intervening
horrors to the last shot fred in de-
Tense of the city.
Shortly after high noon, on TIE
End day Of September, a young
man in a faded, powder scorched
salt of gray, stood on the hill by
General Gartrells house, on De-
catur street. He turned:his weather
beaten face westward, and drawing
his slotiehed hat over his eyes to
shade them, looked down the
street,
Tue confederate had n reckless,
defiant look. The seige was over.
Atlanta 'hadFbeen surrendered, and
the victors, flushed with triumph,
were marching III.
The solitary soldier had remained
behind with a squad Of troopers,
who like himself feared neither
men nor devils. They had met the
advancing federal column near the
artcsian well, and after throwing it
into confusion by firing rafting
volley had'put spurs to their horses
and made their escape.
All but this man. He had paused
on the hill, after tying his horse
out of sight around corbcr.
"Ohe last shot" he said grimly
tchimself. Down on the grouhda
he dropped, hugging the dusty
earth, with his caYbinc in front of
him.
Tramp, tramp, trampl A thou-
san't echoes eahght up the noise of
the marching feet, and the sullen
watcher tihgled with mad excite.
n1ent in every nerve.
Tile crack Of the carhine rang
cat upon the sultry air, and the
nien in blue caught glimpse of a |
gaunt, gray figure leaping up from
the dust and speeding away like
the wind.
Ahhndred 'mhskets belched forth
sheet of flame, but when the
smoke lifted, the daring coufeder-
ate was on his horse Gathering over
a hill half mile away.
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His last shot had br1u hit down