perceiving this, drew a bead on him and at the first shot leveled him to the ground. In about three minutes the girl was within our lines. The men forgetting their perilous duty, clustered around her, asking a number of questions, but all they could draw from her was the inquiry: "Where's the General?" A sergeant from the skirmishers took charge of the new arrival, and conducted her to the General. The girl seeing him, exclaimed: "General, you can whip them! You can whip them! They have only twelve hundred men. Just move down that road," pointing to a by-way, "and you can get round them. Come on, I'll lead you." The girl said a number of other things, but her excitement and articulation were so rapid, her last words were not understood. General Davis, cool as usual, commenced to question the girl as to her sincerity. Her only reply was: "I know you can whip them. They are nothing but a pack of cowards, and only a few of them. If you'll give me some men, I'll take them, where they will scatter those fellows from the bridge." But this was unnecessary. The rebel pickets, as soon as they discovered the girl safely in our lines, fell back and destroyed the pontoon bridge after them. In a short time after, they were evacuating the town entirely, moving across the Etowah river, on the road to Allatoona Mountains. After the smoke and confusion of battle had cleared away and the troops were camped on the beautiful hills of Rome, the girl visited the General's Headquarters. She was about twenty years of age, light figure, of quick action, round and cheerful blue eyes, rather talkative and very animated in her conversation. Her name was Sally Camp. She resided with her mother and two little sisters, about two miles. from Rome. On the day of the arrival of General Davis' men, she was in town and wished to go home. Orders were issued that no one should be passed out. When the advance of General Davis' column came up, the girl was on the earthworks trying to persuade the rebel officer to pass her. When they were driven back he seized and carried her to the bridge under the fire

that was going on. At the bridge she repeated her request in such strong terms that the officer threatened to shoot her, if she was not quiet. She sat down watching her chance to reach our lines. The girl insisted that, hearing of General Davis' approach, she went down to get information and intended to come out and give it to the Yankees, as she hated the rebels. She said she had two brothers conscripted into their service, but she got them out, one of whom she safely conducted to the Union lines at Chattanooga. Her father, nearly seventy years of age, was conscripted, but she released him and secreted him until our troops came up. In a few days after the town fell into our hands, every soldier knew Sally Camp; and her house was often visited to get a glimpse of the Heroine of the

Battle of Rome.

CHAPTER VII.

The Campaign in Georgia continued.-Kenesaw Mountain.-Sketch of the great Battle.-Desperate fighting of our troops.-Splendid gallantry of a private soldier.-The Dead Heroes of the Battle.-Death of Generals Harker, McCook, &c.-General Sherman and the Correspondents.-Sport among the Pickets. Our losses.-The beautiful City of Marietta.

Kenesaw Mountain, two miles and a half North-west of Marietta, is a double hill, the higher peak rising to the height of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-eight feet above the level of the sea. Lost Mountain is directly West from Kenesaw, West of the railroad, between Marietta and Dallas. Between Kenesaw and Lost Mountain, is Piny Mountain, a lesser elevation. The base of Kenesaw is about four miles, from East to West. The physical appearance is varied. Girt by thick forests, whose deep shadows rest upon the plains below, clothed with lofty and magnificent bowlders, or, projecting rock, rising abruptly in savage grandeur.

I do not know a more striking example of the power of moral association to elevate and perpetuate the fame and interest of a region naturally sterile or relatively unimportant, than that which is furnished by the case of Kenesaw Mountain. How little is interest awakened in the souls of poets, of moralists, of scholars, of artists, by the mention of the mountains of any part of the country. They have no stirring associations, nothing in martial achievement, nothing in moral grandeur, to come home to the heart and wake its musings. How different is Kenesaw Mountain, the very name of which fires the souls of all loyal Americans.

How is this? Marathon as the battle-field of freedom; Iona as the cradle of British Christianity; Runnymede as the scene of the triumph of British

patriotism. These are imperishable in their interests, and so is Kenesaw Mountain. Amid its bold and rugged scenery, one of the most desperate battles of the war was fought. It was the theatre of a bright and resplendent heroism. If the mountains of Virginia are memorable on account of Grant's splendid battles, what deathless recollections entwine themselves around Kenesaw, on whose slopes many a brave patriot passed to immortal fame, and each spot of which, we may almost say every inch of which has, some idea of vivid and overwhelming interest connected with the personal courage of dauntless men. Go where you will, you tread in their steps. You occupy ground consecrated by their precious blood.

POSITION OF BOTH ARMIES.

On the day of the 25th, the rebel line was as follows: Their right was stationed in the rear of Brush Mountain, East of Kenesaw. The Federal army occupied a huge semi-circle running parallel with that of the enemy, and was very compactly disposed along the rebel lines, and in such view from Kenesaw, that the houses in Marietta could be counted.

Schofield was on the extreme right of our line, Blair who had joined us at Kingston, with the Seventeenth Corps, on the extreme left, Howard and Palmer were at the centre.

Hood's Corps, twenty thousand, was on the rebel left, Hardee, with the same number of men, was in the contre, and Loring and French, with fifteen thousand, on the right. In addition to these corps, were be tween thirty and forty thousand conscripts, making the entire rebel force about eighty thousand.

PRELIMINARY SYMPTOMS OF BATTLE.

The morning of the 27th, the sun rose beautifully. All was calm and serene; beneath the softened beams of sun-rise, all was tranquillity, shedding its soothing influ

ence over the soul, and charming into unison and sympathy with the whole panorama.

LOGAN'S GRAND ASSAULT.

The following troops, of Logan's Corps, were furnished as the assaulting force: Lightburn's, Giles A. Smith's, with Walcutt's Brigade, of Harrison's Division, and detachments commanded by General Charles R. Woods, from Osterhaus' Division, all under command of Morgan L. Smith. Lightburn was to carry the Western slope of the hill, Giles A. Smith to charge it from the front, and Walcutt, with the aid of General Woods, to reach the top, through the gorge that separates Little, from Big Kenesaw. Promptly at eight o'clock, these brigades moved out, under the vigilant eye of Logan. A dense growth of underbrush impeded the advance. The rebel skirmish line proving stubborn, the 40th Illinois and 46th Ohio went to the front. The rebels, with a number of guns from Big and Little Kenesaw, maintained a decimating cross-fire as our brave fellows debouched into an open field.

Nothing daunted, the gallant fellows dashed ahead, clearing two lines of abatis and palisades, which the rebels had constructed, dislodged the enemy from a line of rifle pits, and planted the flag almost on the summit. It was here, while thus charging them, that the gallant Barnhill was struck by a Minnie ball and killed. The rebels threw at our line massive rocks, stones, and showers of balls; but amid all the tempest, the troops gallantly improvised defenses of logs and rocks. The three brigades lost over five hundred, including officers. General Logan rode up and down his lines, bravely inspiring his men, by his own personal courage and heroism.

Simultaneously with the assault of Logan, the center column moved against the rebel works. The troops engaged in the centre were the Divisions of Davis, Newton, Woods, Baird and Stanley. Davis' two assaulting columns were composed of Colonel John G.