rnor Brown's "army." The energetic Toombs had frightened the railway
people into moving him, and, from his telegrams, might be expected
before dawn. Hardee thought but little of the suggestion, because the
ground of quarrel between Governor Brown and President Davis was the
refusal of the former to allow his guards to serve beyond their state.
However, I had faith in Toombs and Smith. A short distance to the south
of Savannah, on the Gulf road, was a switch by which carriages could be
shunted on to a connection with the Charleston line. I wrote to Toombs
of the emergency, and sent one of Hardee's staff to meet him at the
switch. The governor's army was quietly shunted off and woke up at
Pocotaligo in South Carolina, where it was just in time to repulse the
enemy after a spirited little action, thereby saving the railway.
Doubtless the Georgians, a plucky people, would have responded to an
appeal to leave their State under the circumstances, but Toombs enjoyed
the joke of making them unconscious patriots.

In the past autumn Cassius Clay of Kentucky killed a colored man who had
attacked him. For more than thirty years Mr. Clay had advocated the
abolition of slavery, and at the risk of his life. Dining with Toombs in
New York just after the event, he said to me: "Seen the story about old
Cassius Clay? Been an abolitionist all his days, and ends by shooting a
nigger. I knew he would." A droll fellow is Robert Toombs. Full of
talent and well instructed, he affects quaint and provincial forms of
speech. His influence in Georgia is great, and he is a man to know.

Two days at Savannah served to accomplish the object of my mission, and,
taking leave of Hardee, I returned to my own department. An educated
soldier of large experience, Hardee was among the best of our
subordinate generals, and, indeed, seemed to possess the requisite
qualities for supreme command; but this he steadily refused, alleging
his unfitness for responsibility. Such modesty is not a common American
weakness, and deserves to be recorded. General Hardee's death occurred
after the close of the war.

In this journey through Georgia, at Andersonville, I passed in sight of
a large stockade inclosing prisoners of war. The train stopped for a few
moments, and there entered the carriage, to speak to me, a man who said
his name was _Wirtz_, and that he was in charge of the prisoners near
by. He complained of the inadequacy of his guard and of the want of
supplies