, 1906-04-26
Continued from last week.

confined inside OF its gloomy walls:
death was certain. They never
more would be heard of in this
world. None but the officials
knew what became of them.
This fort was built by the Span
ish government. They captured
a great many Indians and COM
PEELED them to work on the fort.
They worked altogether about 60
years, work being necessarily slow
as the stone was quarried on an
island some distance from the fort.
1t 1921 the fort was turned over
to the United States and is pre-
served as an interesting old place
for the ~edification of our people.
Chattanooga, Tenn, was my
next stopping place, where, less
than half a century ago was the
scene of a great conflict. There
are some localities hat seem en-
deared with sacred memories, the
mention of which starts a train of
thought freighted with treasure.
These places are battle fields, such
as Missionary Ridge, Chickamauga
Lookout Mountain and Pilot Knob
where honest men with honest
purposes contended unto death
for principles that to them we're
more sacred than life itself.
Electric cars run from Chatta-
nooga to Chickamauga Park, pass
ing owe Missionary Ridge. a long
high ridge, and at different points
along the ridge stately monuments
of white marble or gray granite
are the fitting tributes of a ma
tons appreciation of the sacri-
flee her children made to perpetu-
ate her honor, and to commemmo-
rate the sacred events that took
place in those particular places.
AT the entrance to Chickamauga
Park is the military post. Here
you leave the car and engage a
carriage with guide to drive you
through the park, which is ten
miles square, The well graveled
roadways lead in every direction
Your attention is soon conferred in
your guide, who points out the
many places of interest; hundreds
of monuments, tables. memorials,
old cannon. piles of cannon balls,
are on every hand. Piles Of de-
caying logs that were used as
breast works are yet to be seen:
an occasional log hut pierced and
battered by cannon ball: trees
with canno balls firmly imbeded
in them, some of them still show
ing great scars and wounds that
time has not fully etfaced. all give
mute testimony of the terrible
conflict that IA waged here by
our own people, when thousands
were slain for n cause that seemed
80 precious to both parties The
park is heavily timbered with oak
and pine trees. The day was dark
and gloomy, with a d~rizzling rain.
The wind sighed through the tall
trees as though it weres still chant
ing a solemn requiem for the dead.
Many days car be spent in this
place visiting the different monu-
ments and and reading the brief
descriptions of the events that
TRANSFERRED; looking up the STRAIT
egical points, and forming in your
mind a picture of the opposing
armies as they lined up for battle
on the 10Th and Goth of Septem-
Der, 1863.
Lookout Mountain stands as a
solemn sentinel over Chattanooga
and the Tennessee river that flows
in majestic silence at its base. The
summit of the mountain towers
LOO feet above the river and is
reached by a cable car that goes
straight to the top without a bend
or curve, on a track that has II
grade of 6S feet to every 100 feet
travelled and is said to be the steep
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