Sherman again. Artillery parked and a line of battle formed
before Atlanta. When we asked Brewster what Sam meant to do at Atlanta he
answered, “Oh — oh, like the man who went, he says he means to stay there!”
Hope he may, that's all.
Spent to-day with Mrs. McCord at her hospital. She is
dedicating her grief for her son, sanctifying it, one might say, by giving up
her soul and body, her days and nights, to the wounded soldiers at her
hospital. Every moment of her time is surrendered to their needs.
To-day General Taliaferro dined with us. He served with Hood
at the second battle of Manassas and at Fredericksburg, where Hood won his
major-general's spurs. On the battle-field, Hood, he said, “has military
inspiration.” We were thankful for that word. All now depends on that army at
Atlanta. If that fails us, the game is up.
SOURCE: Mary Boykin Chesnut, Edited by Isabella D. Martin
and Myrta Lockett Avary, A Diary From Dixie, p. 317
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