account nearly as long of the second day's battle. It was wonderful, wonderful to see an account of the battle, all the way from New York, back on the field in so short a time. An evening shortly afterward, while smoking with Farrell, I asked him how he had managed to know so much about the battle and how he had got it to the paper with such promptness. "You see," said he, "we we have our best men here. Each man knows what to do and does it with the quickest possible dispatch."

He then related how he arranged the manuscripts of each man, put it into shape, corrected it as far as he was able, and then rode to the White House, where he chartered a tugboat and went to Fortress Monroe; how he there telegraphed as much as the authorities would allow and gave his package to the Fortress Monroe correspondent, and within three or four hours had retaken the tugboat for the White House.

It was a mystery to me and has been ever since! A fight taking place four or five hundred miles away and yet, without telegraphic communication, the full particulars are spread before the people at home on the day but one following the

occurrence.

A

AN INTERESTING WAR RELIC.
From the Rome Sentinel, Ga.

SMALL highland terrapin was captured in 1884 by a Chattanooga gentleman that carries on the smooth surface of its belly the inscription, carved in distinct characters: "Union: Co. K, 26th Regt., Ohio Vols.; November 18, 1864." It is supposed that some straggling Union soldier. belonging to the command designated, captured the North Georgia quadruped and proceeded to make a living historical tablet of the hard-shell little creeper.

SHERMAN AND JOHNSON.

CHE movements of the two armies of

Sherman and Johnston during the Atlanta campaign, is one of the most interesting and unique in all military history.

That was twenty years ago. In 1886
when a party of ex-Union captives from
Ohio, who were making a tour of the
South, passed through Chattanooga,
the terrapin was shown them and they
could not have shown more delight over
the meeting of an old friend.
was the pet of some of our boys," said
one of the old soldiers, as he fondly
patted the terrapin's back, while the
tears filled his eyes and rolled down his
cheeks in great drops.

"He

Col. Jackson's Grand Cavalry Charge.
THE charge of the 9th Ind. Cavalry,

led by Colonel Jackson, at the battle of Franklin, Tenn., was absolutely the grandest thing of the kind during the whole war.

THE BATTLE OF RESACA.

OCTOBER 12, 1864.

A Thousand Jets of Flame Blend into Roaring Artillery.

By C. E. BENTON, 150th New York Regt.

TO RICHMOND HE battles of Lookout Mountain and Missionary Ridge had been fought and won, and thousands of prisoners had passed us in long trains of freight cars. The 11th and 12th Corps had been consolidated and become the 20th Corps, Army of the Cumberland, under command of Hooker.

When the soft, warm days of spring came it was made known that we had marching orders, and there was great stir in camp. Even the mules, which had grown fat and dull, caught the excitement and brayed "Joe Hook-er, Hook-er, Hook-er," at the top of their unmusical voices. The swelling buds were putting forth their leaves, and the woods were fragrant with flowers, as we marched out of camp and turned our faces southward. Steadily, day by day, we marched southward, climbed the steep mountain, traversed its broad summit, clambered down its rugged southern face, and followed narrow valleys and crooked water courses until we came to the Tennessee river at Bridgeport, Ala. There we turned east until we reached Lookout Mountain, which we passed by a road leading up its western face and around the north end. Three miles northeast was Chattanooga; east was Missionary Ridge, southeast was the old battle field of Chickamauga, mostly level and wooded. The Tennessee river washes the foot of Lookout Mountain, and turns west by a crooked course through the mountains.

We descended the mountain to where the battle of Chickamauga was fought the fall before. Soon we came to trees cut

down by shell; nearly all of the trees were marked and torn by bullets and shells. Mounds of earth with the middle sunken in, showed where dozens of men had received scant burial. Here and there a foot protruded; or a hand with the skin dried to the bones was seen extended from a grave as if beckoning to us. Further on we came to numbers of bodies which had not been buried. Then we passed Chickamauga creek, where its wine-colored water flows between thickly-wooded banks. The name is said to be Indian, and signifies in their language, "River of Death." How did they know?

Continuing southeast we confronted the enemy, and the roaring of cannon was heard in some direction every day. Between maneuvering and fighting, the enemy were forced or flanked out of every position until they were found intrenched at Resaca. There it was understood they expected to make a big fight. It was May 14 when we arrived and the crackling sound of firing on the skirmish line told that the two armies confronted each other. We were moved from place to place, but were not put in that day. At one place where we halted a body of men were digging graves. Not seeing any dead or wounded near, I inquired what they were doing, and was informed that ambulance corps had nothing to do, and as a heavy battle was expected, they were digging graves-for men not yet engaged in battle. Late in the afternoon the enemy attempted to take a battery at the left of our line, and the 1st Division, 20th Corps, was hurried in that direction. When we came near the firing, the division was formed on an elevated ridge, in line by brigades. The 3d Brigade, which was in front, passed down the slope into the open fields, and just as they did so the battery at our left opened fire. Looking beyond our line we saw the dusky line of Confederates advancing from the shelter of the woods and open fire. From our elevated position on the ridge we saw the whole action as plainly as if it had been a play on the stage. The slightly gathering gloom of twilight served to show the fire of their guns in bright flashes as they continued to advance. Our own line advanced a short distance in silence when suddenly there sprang from their front a thousand jets of flame. Thicker and faster grew the firing until the cracking of rifles blended into a roaring sound. accented by the heavy bass of the cannon. It lasted only a little while. The gray line was seen to waver, then scatter, and at last run back

in confusion, followed steadily by our line until the ringing notes of the bugle called a halt. Then the ambulances drove over the ground. The dead and wounded were both removed, and in an hour's time the only signs of a conflict were a few dead horses.

Sunday the battle raged furiously, but we were not called into action until noon, when we were moved toward the left of the line. This was a move to flank the enemy and at the same time the Confederate forces were moving in the same direction to flank us. At one point the enemy were running across the road only a little distance in front. There were strict orders not to fire a gun and they escaped unharmed. Soon after we passed what had been a Confederate field hospital. A few of their dead were there, and one lay on the operating table. He may have died during an operation or perhaps have been killed by a stray bullet. Finally, we were formed in line on a little rise of ground in open fields, and threw up a slight defense. Soon the long gray line was seen approaching with a firm and even front. Upon coming within range they opened fire, and continued to fire as they advanced. But the fire was returned with such steady, level volleys that they fell in dozens, and finally retreated in disorder. As the smoke cleared away we could see them forming for a fresh attack. This time they were more persistent and got nearer to our line than before, but were driven back again, leaving the field strewed with their dead and wounded. Just at the turning point, part of our line made a dash at the enemy, and returned with some prisoners and one battle-flag. Thus the flanking movements which the two armies attempted at the same time, counteracted each other. But our troops held the line they had taken.

As the hostilities ceased at that part of the field, the task of removing the wounded to the rear commenced. There were no stretchers at hand, and we used blankets and half-tents. When you start with a helpless soldier in a blanket he seems to weigh about one hundred pounds; after you have carried him half a mile you will think he weighs a ton,-especially if the course is in range of the enemy's batteries. We found where the surgeon had established himself in a hollow in the woods, and there we deposited our burdens, and set to work under his orders. Attendants in field hospitals witness many pitiful Not as in general hospitals, here are sunburnt men

scenes.

stricken suddenly in their full vigor. Here are the freshly torn muscles and dripping blood, and tragic death scenes.

I remember a fine-looking, intelligent fellow, hardly twentyone, who was mortally wounded. His frequent request was for water, and seeing that he could last but a few moments, I knelt by his side and at short intervals put a little in his mouth with a spoon. Finally his lips could not open to receive the water or even to speak the word, but the pleading look came into his eyes, and understanding it I dipped my finger in the water and moistened his lips. To my surprise, they parted in a sweet, pleasant smile. I glanced quickly, but saw that I was looking at the half closed windows of an empty tenement. That happy smile had spanned two shores.

At another time there was a strong man of twenty-five, who sat or reclined on the ground. If you would see his exact position, look at the "Dying Gladiator." He called frequently for the doctor, and an attendant pointed him out to the surgeon. He replied that he had examined the man and could do nothing, as he was bleeding to death. The attendant returned and spoke in a low tone to the dying man. Many fresh wounded men were being brought, and help was scarce, so the surgeon called the attendant. He sprang to his feet and left the dying soldier-alone. His regiment was at the front, and among the many within sound of his feeble voice he was an entire stranger. He occasionally raised his head and spoke weakly, but no one had time to give him attention. I noticed after a little that the pallor of death had spread over his strong features. He settled lower and lower, and finally sank back on the ground. There was a gurgling sound, slight convulsive motion of the limbs, and all was over.

Night found us tired and fasting; but with crackers and coffee, and a few hours' sleep, we arose at dawn to find that the enemy had retreated during the night. The battle was

won.

The Stars and Stripes Over Savannah.

HE stars and stripes were first unfurled over the city of Savannah by Acting Master R. N. Morrill, of the gunboat Sonoma.

KENTUCKY BRIGADE.

THE first Kentucky brigade organ

ized by Gen. George H. Thomas was the first brigade of the Army of the Cumberland, and its nucleus.