gave us strength, and with a cheer we charged, captured the battery, and turned certain defeat into victory. He always had that sort of influence over his men.

The enemy's loss was unusually heavy. Three several times he attacked, and was as often repulsed. Logan's loss was 238, and he took 150 prisoners.

At Dallas also occurred a night attack, which was very brilliant and beautiful to behold,-a streaming line of fire along the whole front, which, belching from musketry and artillery, lit up with a lurid glare the whole sky, but accomplished nothing save loss of sleep to the tired soldiers.

The Dallas fight was the third of three successive attacks of the enemy since the opening of the campaign, south of the Etowah, up to the evening of May 28th. On the 25th, Hooker was engaged in the centre; on the 27th, Wood on the left flank; but the only real punishment the enemy received was on the 28th, from General Logan. On the 30th, while pointing out to Generals Sherman and McPherson the position of the enemy, Logan was again wounded by a shot through the left arm, but, with his arm in a sling, continued in the field. The same bullet, after hitting Logan, struck Colonel Taylor in the breast, disabling him.

THE BATTLE OF BIG KENESAW MOUNTAIN-THE DESPERATE ASSAULT UPON THE IMPREGNABLE FACE OF LITTLE KENESAW MOUNTAIN-WONDERFUL DISCIPLINE OF OUR BRAVE SOLDIERS OF THE WEST-UNPARALLELED HEROISM OF LOGAN AND HIS MEN ON THROUGH MARIETTA AND DECATUR TO THE FRONT OF ATLANTA.

In the forward movement of our army which followed the battle of Dallas, and the consequent evacuation of his works by and the retreat of the enemy, Logan advanced on the main Marietta road, coming up with the enemy in full force between Big Shanty and Kenesaw Mountain. Sharp skirmishing and artillery practice ensued, and was kept up night and

day, almost without interruption, for three weeks, the enemy falling back from one line of works to another, until his line, in Logan's front, rested on the crest of Big Kenesaw Mountain. During this time the only engagement worthy of note took place on June 15th, when Logan charged against the enemy's right flank, driving him, amid blood and sweat and slaughter, from his position, killing and wounding many, and taking 350 prisoners, 22 of whom were commissioned officers. On June 26th, Logan moved out from his position and relieved the Fourteenth Corps in front of Little Kenesaw Mountain.

On June 27th, the Army of the Tennessee gave the strongest proof exhibited during the campaign, of the thorough discipline and complete and unqualified obedience to orders which characterized its commanders and soldiers. Ordered by General Sherman to carry the impregnable position of the enemy at Little Kenesaw Mountain, Logan here made one of the most daring, desperate, and heroic charges of the

Promptly at eight o'clock in the morning, General Logan moved to the attack, and after an hour and a quarter had cleared two lines of the most obstinate abatis, carried a line of earthworks at a charge, followed the route of the enemy up his rugged stronghold through a murderous crossfire of artillery and a perfect storm of bullets, conquered every obstacle, planted the flag at the foot of an insurmountable array of cliffs, threw up defences of logs and stones, and held the line despite the stubborn efforts of the enemy to dislodge him.* The average perpendicular height of the precipice against which the charge was made was thirty feet. Along the verge of this the enemy had drawn his line of battle, and his troops, as ours approached, hurled down rocks,

"I was with General Logan all through the war," said a military-looking man on the rear end of a Madison Street car, last evening, "and in all that time I never saw him shrink in battle. I used to think Hancock led a charmed life, but Logan's contempt for singing and screeching lead was even more pronounced than that of the great West Point soldier. While the battle of Kenesaw Mountain was in progress, I saw Logan ride at full speed in front of our lines when the bullets seemed to be falling thicker than hail. Bare