We went out as much as half a mile or more, until we could plainly hear the sound of wagons and artillery.

We then cautiously crept forward until we could see the main road leading south from the City filled with marching men, artillery and teams.

We could hear the commands of the officers and see the flags and banners of regiment after regiment as they passed us.

We got back quietly and quickly, passed through our picket line all right, and found the General and our Colonel sitting on a log where we had left them, waiting for us.

We reported what we had seen and heard, and gave it as our opinion that the Johnnies were evacuating Atlanta.