Another dispatch from Bragg, received at a late hour last
night, says the victory is complete. This announcement has lifted
a heavy load from the spirits of our people; and as successive dispatches come
from Gov. Harris and others on the battle-field to-day, there is a great change
in the recent elongated faces of many we meet in the streets. So far we learn
that the enemy has been beaten back and pursued some eleven miles; that we have
from 5000 to 6000 prisoners, some 40 guns, besides small arms and stores in
vast quantities. But Gen. Hood, whom I saw at the department but a fortnight
ago, is said to be dead! and some half dozen of our brigadier-generals have
been killed and wounded. The loss of the enemy, however, has been still greater
than ours. At last accounts (this morning) the battle was still raging — the
enemy having made a stand (temporarily, I presume) on a ridge, to protect their
retreat. They burnt many commissary stores, which they may need soon. Yet, this
is from the West.
The effects of this great victory will be electrical. The
whole South will be filled again with patriotic fervor, and in the North there
will be a corresponding depression. Rosecrans's position is now one of great
peril; for his army, being away from the protection of gun-boats, may be
utterly destroyed, and then Tennessee and Southern Kentucky may fall into our
hands again. To-morrow the papers will be filled with accounts from the field
of battle, and we shall have a more distinct knowledge of the magnitude of it.
There must have been at least 150,000 men engaged; and no doubt the killed and
wounded on both sides amounted to tens of thousands!
Surely the Government of the United States must now see the
impossibility of subjugating the Southern people, spread over such a vast extent
of territory; and the European governments ought now to interpose to put an end
to this cruel waste of blood and treasure.
My little garden has been a great comfort to me, and has
afforded vegetables every day for a month past. My potatoes, however, which
occupied about half the ground, did not turn out well. There were not more than
a dozen quarts — worth $10, though — in consequence of the drought in June and
July; but I have abundance of tomatoes, and every week several quarts of the
speckled lima bean, which I trailed up the plank fence and on the side of the
wood-house — just seven hills in all. I do not think I planted more than a gill
of beans; and yet I must have already pulled some ten quarts, and will get
nearly as many more, which will make a yield of more than 300-fold! I shall
save some of the seed. The cabbages do not head, but we use them freely when we
get a little bacon. The okra flourishes finely, and gives a flavor to the soup,
when we succeed in getting a shin-bone. The red peppers are flourishing
luxuriantly, and the bright red pods are really beautiful. The parsnips look
well, but I have not yet pulled any. I shall sow turnip seed, where the
potatoes failed, for spring salad. On the whole, the little garden has
compensated me for my labor in substantial returns, as well as in distraction
from painful, meditations during a season of calamity.
SOURCE: John Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's
Diary at the Confederate States Capital, Volume 2, p.
49-50
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