out--not to the
General, but that he might hear it: "I'll be d----d if I sell Uncle
Jimmy my hogs if he don't camp pretty soon." This strikes the nail on
the head; the General laughs and goes ahead, jerking the reins as
usual. Uncle Jimmy was certainly a man of the finest feelings and
respect for others, and possessed a true, brave and loyal heart.

In his order to his command, announcing the capture of Richmond, he
said: "Let every true and loyal heart rejoice."

There was a marked peculiarity in the country between the Catawba and
Pedee, consisting in a great many rocks scattered here and there of an
enormous size and peculiar shape. They were from eight to twelve feet
in height, of an oval form, and covered with a thick green moss.

These curious rocks excited the wonder of all. On one we saw there was
a spring, with its bright waters trickling over its sides so beautiful
and wonderful, and known as Hanging Rock of historic fame.

The country between the Great Pedee and Cape Fear rivers is one vast,
extensive pine forest. In this section there are but few plantations,
and they are small. The general features are level, and the
undulations, if any, are slight. Out of these forests, the inhabitants
manufacture turpentine, rosin and tar in great quantities. They hew the
bark from two sides of the tree, and near its roots cut a niche to
receive the juice that does not gum on its sides. On nearly every
stream there is a factory for the making of turpentine, rosin and tar.
On our passage through, these factories were full, and when burning,
made a huge fire and smoke, far surpassing in grandeur anything of the
kind we ever saw, or ever expect to see. Among the curiosities of our
march, the burning of these factories was the most curious. Just
imagine one hundred barrels of rosin and as many of turpentine and tar
to be thrown together and ignited. It is impossible for a person who
has not witnessed such a scene, to form a proper idea of the real
grandeur and sublimity of these dense volumes of black, agitated smoke,
brightened betimes with lofty flames of liquid fire, that seem to lift
themselves in the fury of their madness to the very skies.

When our column was within twenty-four miles of Fayetteville, General
Kilpatrick, who was several miles to the left of our division, was
surprised by the enemy and routed, though he afterwards rallied his men
and regained his camp.

The army now entered Fayetteville without fur