. The great locomotive chase; a history of the Andrews railroad raid into Georgia in 1862 . ld judge, —and extend-ing further on either handthan I could see. I darednot recross the stream, andtherefore clambered slowlyand painfully up the faceof the precipice. Severaltimes when near the top didI feel my grasp giving way;but as often some bush orprojecting rock afforded mea hold by which I couldsave myself; and I could nothelp thinking, as I climbed,what a fine mark I wouldpresent to a rifleman on theother side of the stream! Climbing the Chickamauga Precipice. ^ , .< e. v At length, after i
. The great locomotive chase; a history of the Andrews railroad raid into Georgia in 1862 . ld judge, —and extend-ing further on either handthan I could see. I darednot recross the stream, andtherefore clambered slowlyand painfully up the faceof the precipice. Severaltimes when near the top didI feel my grasp giving way;but as often some bush orprojecting rock afforded mea hold by which I couldsave myself; and I could nothelp thinking, as I climbed,what a fine mark I wouldpresent to a rifleman on theother side of the stream! Climbing the Chickamauga Precipice. ^ , .< e. v At length, after imminent danger, I reached the top, utterly exhausted, and fell at the root of atree, where I lay to recover breath for a while. I had been here but a very short time musing on the unenviable posi-tion in which I was placed, when suddenly a sound reached my ears whichbrought me to my feet with every nerve straining to its highest tension, andthe blood leaping wildly through my veins. It was the distant baying of abloodhound !—to a fugitive, the most doleful and repulsive of earthly. Hunted in the Woods. 165 sounds ! I was to be hunted not by men only, but, like other game, bydogs as well ! never can I read the story of human beings pursued by thesemost revolting instruments of mans savage inhumanity to man withindifference ! A few moments listening confirmed my first impression. It was truethat they were after us with their bloodhounds ! not one pack alone butmany, as the different directions in which 1 heard them—all, however,from the other side of the Chickamauga,—revealed but too plainly. Therewas no longer safety in idleness, and I hurried off as rapidly as I coulddirectly away from the river, for I knew not how soon similar packs ofdogs and men might be in the woods on the westward side of the was in but poor condition for a rapid journey, having had neither dinnernor breakfast, and having spent all the morning hours in labor and excite-ment of the most exh
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