From the foot to the top of the mountain the soldiers lined the road, broken down and exhausted.

First one blanket was thrown away, and then another; now and then a good pair of pants, old boots and shoes, Sunday hats, pistols and Bowie knives strewed the road.

Old bottles and jugs and various and sundry articles were lying pell-mell everywhere.

Up and up, and onward and upward we pulled and toiled, until we reached the very top, when there burst upon our view one of the grandest and most beautiful landscapes we ever beheld.
Nestled in the valley right before us is Bath Alum and Warm Springs.
It seemed to me at that time, and since, a glimpse of a better and brighter world beyond, to the weary Christian pilgrim who may have been toiling on his journey for years.

A glad shout arose from those who had gained the top, which cheered and encouraged the others to persevere.
At last we got to Warm Springs.