. Battling for Atlanta . I shall yet haveto steal you from General Thomas. You havea knack of getting information none of my scoutsseem to have. You say theenemy appear to be in force inGeneral Thomass front. *It is no mere appearance,General; they are in force. Isaw them myself, and it was amagnificent and glorious sight,even if it was the Confederatearmy. Their lines looked nearlytwo miles long, and as perfectas though on parade. I think General Thomas must be driving them,said Sherman, after listening a moment. Thesound of the cannonading seems to be farther away,and I hear no answering gun
. Battling for Atlanta . I shall yet haveto steal you from General Thomas. You havea knack of getting information none of my scoutsseem to have. You say theenemy appear to be in force inGeneral Thomass front. *It is no mere appearance,General; they are in force. Isaw them myself, and it was amagnificent and glorious sight,even if it was the Confederatearmy. Their lines looked nearlytwo miles long, and as perfectas though on parade. I think General Thomas must be driving them,said Sherman, after listening a moment. Thesound of the cannonading seems to be farther away,and I hear no answering guns. You can tell Gen-eral Thomas I will have General McPherson up onhis right as soon as possible, and tell him to renderall aid needful to Schofield and Hooker if they areattacked. Fred saluted, and turning, gave Prince free rein,and in less than half an hour he was once morewith his chieftain. But the scene had completelychanged while he was gone. There was no enemyin sight, but as far as the eye could reach long lines. GENERAL SCHOFIELD. A BATTLE THAT WAS NEVER FOUGHT. 71 of blue were sweeping forward over the field, theirbright arms flashing in the sunlight, their bannerswaving. Upon an elevation stood twenty pieces ofartillery, shelling the woods beyond the plain intowhich the Confederate army had disappeared. Therolling smoke from the cannon and their thunder-ous notes added grandeur to the scene. Fred stopped Prince and gazed upon the grandpanorama before him. It spoke of the pomp, theglories of war. The long lines of men, the glisten-ing arms, the waving flags, the smoke of the artil-lery made a picture Fred never forgot. Slowly the Confederates were pressed backthrough the woods, and by night they were in theirfortifications in the rear of Cassville. Not a sol-dier in Shermans army but expected a great battleon the morrow. But when morning came, therewas no foe. The Etowah, south of Cassville,flowed between the two armies, and the great battlewas never fought.^ ♦Gener
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