A number of comrades sang " Marching
Through Georgia," with a vim such as only
a company of comrades can put into the
song. An instructive and a.i.using scene
was that which represented a picket p mt,
fch'Jter tent, camp-fire, and soldiers lying
and sitting about in groups to suit them
selves, playing cards, reading, writing let
ters, and a group earnestly engaged in sing
ing Hang Jeff Davis on a Sour Apple
Tree." The sour apple tree song I thought
was exceedingly good ; it reminded me of
the days in the autumn of 1802, when I
heard a brigade of Militiamen on the pike
between Hagerstown and Cumberland sing
the same song, and cut it off short when
the officer in command halted them and
gave the order to load, supplementing the
command with the piece of information
that "the Rebels am in front, aud I hope
you will all stand by me." The brigade
aever after said a word about Jeff Davis on
a sour apple tree till they had turned their
backs on the Potomac and were again
marching homeward. The Mime song in
the Court House, on Saturday night was cut
off about as unceremoniously when the
sentinel brought in two "contrabands," col
ored prisoners from Dixie Land. The sol
diers received them kindly, and the new
comers were made happy and were indulg
ing in a dance when the curtain waa drawn
upon the scene.
The court martial and execution of de
itrter was the best played piece that I saw.
