Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-09-25

strobe behind the two. "Good,
good" said everybody, "hope he's going
to Jail"
A rougher, tougher crowd never en-
tered a train than the one on board the
cars that pulled out Of the Knoxville
depot for Chattanooga on the night of
the 18th instant. The pickpockets inside
and outside of each car door went
through the passengers and got many
tickets and pocket books. On the train,
they howled like drunken demons, sang,
swore, danced on the floor, used foul
language and drank. Such a night /
hope never again to see.
About two Pm. we reached the Cen
trail depot Mt Chattanooga. / enquired
for the Reed House. "They hain't got
room there, stranger, to put you on the
floor" said a bystander. Yet, l did go to
the Reed, and found there an entire un-
occupied bed-not on the floor, but prom
ised the clerk to vacate 1t at 8 A. NJ.
CHICKAMAUGA BATTLEFIELD.
At 7 o'clock l boarded the train for
the Chickamauga Battlefield. Lookout
Mountain pushed its shaggy head into
the fresh morning light l thought of
the "Battle Above the Clouds" and its
stirring memories. The long line of
Missionary Ridge lay in the distance,
but Grant, Sherman, Thomas and Sheri-
dan were no longer on the earth, / sor-
rowfully remembered. Bound for Q
bloodier battlefield than ave. Numbered
and roared owe Lookout Mountain or
Missionary Ridge / was carried forward
to Chickamauga hills. Fortunately, /
fell in with men Of Gen. Wilder's Bri-
gade from Indiana and Illinois who
were going out to headquarters on the
field. On the way, we passed "Bloody
Pond" Here many a soldier on those
two fateful days-September 10 and 20
days of fiercest Observation-Disclosures
the water with his life blood-drank of
it and died. Many corpses after the bat
tie were taken from the water. Thirty
two years ago all this happened. Still,
here beside me, stood q man who rode
his horse up to the saddle girths into
this pond to fill the canteens, he said, for
his comrades lying fiat on their faces
with their guns in their hands, there
under that hill.
We reached the Wilder brigade monu-
ment where stood the Widow Glen's
house. There Rosecrsns had his head
quarters on the morning Of the second
day of the battle, and held q council Of
wal the night before, with his Division
Commanders present, for the purpose of
Strengthening out his lines which had
been crushed in, and to prepare for
the second days fight Wilder's brigade
lay on the hill behind this monument,
saw the enemy coming with crushing
force, met them with q counter charge
and drove them with his repeating
rifles, through the woods in utter rout
and confusion. Brave, irresistible
Wilder !! Matchless brigade (! the mo-
ment was one Of awful and terrific i'm
port, when the Union lines were being
smashed like reeds.
We found Wilder at his tent sitting
with his coat of among his men, griz-
zied and gray but honored and deferred
to-with the passion Of thirty years gone
by. .
Taking an open wagon, in company
with three old soldiers, who had been In
the fight from the opening Of the battle
on the 18th to the close of the 10Th, we
set out for a tour Of the whole field.
The roads made by the Government are
magnificent. We went first to "Craw-
fish Springs" There, these soldiers had
watered their horses, filled their can
teens, drank Of 1t, and were stationed for
some hours, on the 18th. Next, we rode
to Lee and GOrdon's Mills. This point
they were commanded to hold during
the night and leave at daylight They
pointed out exactly where they them
selves were stationed. Then we came
next where Longstreet made his crush
ing Confederate charge. Here were guns
as well as tablets so placed, on the
ground, that we readily grasped the path
Of his movement The storm breath Of
battle never rose higher than on this
bloody spot. Few Confederate monu-
ments yet mark the precise Confederate
positions. Then, we %journeyed on to
Snodgrass Hill, where the "Rock of
Chickamauga"-Gen. Geo. ii. Thomas
stood immovable-where at the close Ct
the fierce days fighting Of the 10Th, he
was informed that only one round Of
cartridges remained in the boxes of his
command, and the battle still pressed.
"Then,N said the hero, fuse the bayonet.n
But the hostile line never came out of
the woods. Waiting the attack night
closed in on his invincible line. Great
soldier |! Great patriot I! In the centu-
ries to come, the children of the Repub-
lie will journey to see this spot on the
Chickamauga hills, where with only
one cartridge for each man, in his front
line, Thomas stood immovable to save
the Government of the people, by the
people, and for the people, that it might
not perish from the earth!
Your correspondent never saw a better
behaved crowd. Good feeling, even
cheer, everywhere prevailed. The sun
shine Of faces and the sunshine of
heaven O%verspread the most ssnguinary
battle Of the civil war on this 18th of
September 1895.
ON TO ATLANTA.
At II Pm. ] took the train for Atlanta.
The ride, in q Pullman sleeper, was an
indispensable relief. The sun was beat
ing on the roofs Of the "Gate City" when
awOke. Atlanta is q great city. 1t had
on its holiday suit. Flags and bunting