clubs, and every conceivable sort of missile that could do our men injury. As Logan and his brave followers attempted to scale the heights of this grim mountain, under the broiling sun, every step was like walking into the yawning pits of Dante's "Inferno." Line after line of his men were swept away by the fiery blast above them, till it seemed that all who dared approach must be mowed down. When he

reached this perpendicular rocky barrier and saw his bravest and best bleeding and dying, and realized the utter impossibility of dislodging the enemy from his rocky fastness, the great tears rolled down brave Logan's face. Nearly every regimental commander of his storming column was either killed or wounded. Logan's escape untouched on this occasion was little short of miraculous. His loss in this terrible assault was 60 officers and 400 men killed and wounded. It was not, however, barren of results. During the night of July 3d the enemy evacuated his entire line, and Logan entered Marietta early on the morning of the 4th, capturing several hundred prisoners. The same day Logan moved his command to Nicks-jack Creek, on the right of the army, where the day was celebrated by an artillery fight with Johnston's rear-guard while that general was safely and quietly moving across the Chattahoochee toward Atlanta. After several days' skirmishing with the enemy, Logan moved to the extreme left, crossing the Chattahoochee, by the bridge, at Roswell, built by Dodge, and proceeded thence to the Augusta Railroad, near Stone Mountain, a distance of fifty miles. After effectually destroying the railroad at this point, Logan moved his command, by way of Decatur, to the immediate front of the enemy's stronghold, Atlanta, where, after a severe fight, contesting with the enemy the

range of

headed, powder-stained, and his long, black hair fluttering in the breeze, the General looked like a mighty conqueror of medieval days. He did not know what danger was. Standing upright in the stirrups of his saddle, I have seen him plunge to the head of a charging column, and bury himself in the smoke and flame of the enemy's guns."-Chicago Herald.

hills overlooking it, he arrived and went into position July 21st, throwing the first Union shells into that city.

General Logan occupied on the night of the 21st an intrenched position, his right being the Army of the Ohio under General Schofield, and on his left the Seventeenth Corps under Blair. The left flank was to have been occupied by General Dodge, commanding the Sixteenth Corps, who had been left out on the march of the preceding day by the connection of the Fifteenth and Seventeenth Corps of the Army of the Tennessee. The cavalry command which was covering the flanks of the Army of the Tennessee, reporting to General McPherson, had been, by Sherman's orders, sent off to destroy a bridge near Covington, thus leaving the left flank "in air." The trains were stopped at Decatur, guarded by Sprague of Ohio with a brigade.

The severe fighting for the position which the Army of the Tennessee occupied, and which it did not secure until dark on the 21st, led the commanding officers of that army to believe that the enemy was in force in their immediate front, and Generals Logan and Blair made disposition of their troops, under direction of General McPherson, accordingly.

MCPHERSON-THE

THE GREAT BATTLE OF ATLANTA-THE DEATH OF THE GALLANT HEROIC LOGAN SUCCEEDS HIM TAKING COMMAND OF AN ARMY FLANKED IN FRONT AND REAR, WITH ITS IDOLIZED COMMANDER KILLED, AND PANIC IMPENDING, LOGAN CONVERTS THREATENED DISASTER INTO VICTORY.

Then came the battle of Atlanta, the bloodiest fought in the West, and one of the decisive battles of the war. The old soldiers who were there will never forget it, nor Logan, their triumphant chieftain—that heroic soul

Who firmly stood where waves of blood
Swept over square and column,

And traced his name with bayonet-flame
In Glory's crimson volume!

ness.

On battle-field our nation's shield,

His voice was Freedom's slogan!
And Victory leapt wild, for she
Had lent her sword to Logan!

It was July 22, 1864. Hood had succeeded Johnston, and McPherson, finding himself flanked, was riding to the left, when he met his death. The command of the flanked Army of the Tennessee at once devolved on Logan. Surgeon Welch, of the Fifty-third Illinois, describes what followed, thus: "General Logan, who then took command, on that famous black stallion of his, became a flame of fire and fury, yet keeping wondrous method in his inspired madHe was everywhere; his horse covered with foam, and himself hatless and begrimed with dust; perfectly comprehending the position; giving sharp orders to officers as he met them, and planting himself firmly in front of fleeing columns, with revolver in hand, threatening, in tones not to be mistaken, to fire into the advance did they not instantly halt and form in order of battle. He spake and it was done.' . The battle was resumed in order and with fury-a tempest of thunder and fire-a hail-storm of shot and shell. And when night closed down the battle was ended, and we were masters of the field. Some of the regiments that went into that sanguinary conflict strong came out with but thirty men, and another which went in in the morning with two hundred came out with but fifteen! But thousands of the enemy bit the dust that day, and, though compelled to fight in front and rear, our arms were crowned with victory!” Such, in brief, was the battle of Atlanta. But its details are of such consuming interest that it demands a more extended description.

Very early on the morning of the 22d, Lieutenant-Colonel Willard Warner, of General Sherman's staff, reached the headquarters of General McPherson and said to the latter:

General Sherman believes that the enemy has evacuated