Finally we made a grand left wheel, and then went forward a long way in line of battle.

It puzzled us a good deal, but we knew that Sherman couldn't get us into any scrape that Pap Thomas couldn't get us out of, and so it was all right.
"Along on the evening of the 31st our right wing seemed to have run against a hornet's nest, and we could hear the musketry and cannon speak out real spiteful, but nothing came down our way.

We had struck the railroad leading south from Atlanta to Macon, and began tearing it up.
The jollity at Atlanta was stopped right in the middle by the appalling news that the Yankees hadn't retreated worth a cent, but had broken out in a new and much worse spot than ever.

Then there was no end of trouble all around, and Hood started part of his army back after us.
"Part of Hardee's and Pat Cleburne's command went into position in front of us.

We left them alone till Stanley could come up on our left, and swing around, so as to cut off their retreat, when we would bag every one of them.