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Title: The mountain campaigns in Georgia : or, War scenes on the W. & A
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Brown, Joseph M., 1851-1932 Western & Atlantic Railroad
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Publisher: (Buffalo, N.Y. : Art-Printing works of Matthews, Northrup & Co.
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e the signalAVaving in the skj IRe-enforcements now appearing.Victory is nigh !Chorus.— Hold the fort: for I am coming, etc. The most characteristic memorial of this bloody and famous struggle, which nowsalutes the eye of the tourist, as the train darts through the deep, fern-lined pass, is alone grave at its northwestern end, immediately by the track, on the west side. Thisis the resting place of a Confederate soldier, who was buried on the spot where he fell. For years past the track-hands of the Western & Atlantic Railroad have held thisgrave under their special charge, and made attention to it a sacred duty. \\Tienever their * On their retreat, the Confederates came to the block-house, which the Federals had built at the railroad bridgeover Allatoona Creek. General French summoned the garrison to surrender. They refused, and he then opened a hotmusketry fire upon them, and also turned his cannon against the position. These soon forced the raising of the white flag. o n r~ 5^
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flo MOUNTAIN CAMPAIGNS IN GEORGIA. periodic rounds bring them hither, they see that it is kept clear of rubbish, and that thehead- and foot-stones are firm. A neat marble head-stone has been placed here, on which is the following inscription : AnUNKNOWN HERO, He died for the eauselie t/iotight was right. The Marietta Journal thus touchingly refers to this memorial: He was some mothersdarling, and perhaps whenthe cruel war was over, shewiped her tear-bedimmedeyes and through her specta-cles watched for the comingof her soldier boy, but hecame not. Still she prayedand gazed down the roadand scanned the face ofevery passer-by; every foot-step that sounded on thewalk her eager ears caughtup with expectancy; herheart beat faster and thrilledwith hope; her eyes kindledwith joy; her wrinkled facelighted up with a smile, andher old arms, no doubt, in-voluntarily went out to claspto her bosom her darlingboy; but she was doomed todisappointment; it was herneighbors boy who had re-turned, and no

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