Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ... Chapter xxii The March to the Sea don'T it make you feel sad after all, General, to look upon the ruins of that beautiful city of yesterday?" Thus spoke Prudence--now "Colonel" Gordon--to General Sherman at the dawn of morning on November 16, 1864, as they looked upon the smoldering ruins of Atlanta. "Yes, it is sad; when we knocked at her doors a few months ago this proud and boastful 'Gate City' of the South, situated in the very heart of the enemy's country, deemed herself quite secure against the reach of our arms; but such is the stern necessity of war; and the sooner we make these proud Southerners feel its hard hand and taste of its bitter fruits the quicker will it end," answered the grim faced warrior. "What the torch has done to Atlanta will seem as but a trifle when compared to the destruction and devastation that will follow in the wake of our marching army for awhile," he added. Prudence had now been with Sherman for almost a year--a year of hard fighting from Chattanooga to Atlanta--and had become a most trusted aidede-camp, with whom he would freely talk over his plans, and even seek her opinions on occasions. "But, General, don't you fear that when the news of this spreads, the people will rally from all directions and organize into an army of opposition that may be able to obstruct our progress? In that event, cut loose from our base of supplies and only destruction in our rear, how will you escape with your army?" "Your question, Colonel, goes to the very root of our only possible peril. When we get fairly started, it would seem that we must go forward in the face of all opposition, or all be buried under Southern skies. But with sixty thousand picked men, and in the richest territory of the South, I think we shall be...
