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march, and in nowise essential to a direct assault. There was a little bustle and disturbance in the gallerries; the noise in the streets became more distinct and louder; near the doors several persons, who had other duties, military or domestic, to look to, hastily withdrew. The mass of the congregation, however, remained in their places; and the man of God continued his prayer. It was impressive in the extreme. There he stood, this exile preacher from the far South, with eyes and hands raised to heaven, not a muscle or expression changed, not a note altered, not a sign of confusion, excitement, or alarm; naught but the calm, Christian face uplifted, and full of the unconsciousness to all save its devotions, which beams from the soul of true piety. Not only the occasion, but the prayer, was solemnly, eloquently impressive. The reverend Doctor prayed, and his heart was in his prayer-it was the long prayer, and he did not shorten it; he prayed it to the end, and the cannon did not drown it from those who listened, as they could not drown it from the ear of God. He closed, and then, without panic or consternation, although excited and confused, the dense crowd separated, while shells were falling on the right and left. All honor to this noble preacher, and to those brave women and children.― Chattanooga

CENTREVILLE, VA., August 25.-Captain Ned Gilling-tals and refugees from the bloody pathway of their lingham, of company B, Thirteenth New-York cavalry, with an escort of eight sergeants, whilst going from camp near Centreville as bearer of despat hes to Washington, on the twenty-third instant, was met on the road near Allandale, about two o'clock P.M., by a detachment of the Second Massachusetts cavalry, the Sergeant of the latter asking Captain Gillingham if they need apprehend any danger, to which Captain Gillingham replied: "So far, we have not met with any obstruction." Captain Gillingham had scarcely gone over four hundred yards, when he was met by a party of Mosby's cavalry, consisting of about one hundred men, by whom he was ordered, under fire, to "halt." Captain Gillingham, taking them for our own troops, (as they were dressed similar to his own men,) replied, "Hold up firing-you are fools-you are firing on Government troops," to which the captain of said troops replied: "Surrender there, you Yankee -"Captain Gillingham replied he could not see the joke. Then, turning to Sergeant Long, Orderly of company B, and to Sergeant Burnham, ordered them to draw their sabres and follow him. A general conflict ensued, in which sabres and pistols were freely used, resulting in the wounding of Orderly Sergeant Long and Sergeant Zeagle, both of company B, who, with four other sergeants, were all taken | Rebel, August 22. prisoners.

Captain Ned Gillingham and Sergeant Burnham effected their escape, the former having been wounded in the arm, and the latter in the hip, as well as having their horses shot. Obtaining horses on the road, they reached Washington about six o'clock P.M.

Captain Gillingham is a man highly esteemed by both his officers and men, and was warmly welcomed back to camp, to which he returned the following day.

THE SHELLING OF CHATTANOOGA.

ONE of the most impressive scenes we have ever witnessed, occurred in the Presbyterian church on yesterday. The services were being held by the Rev. Dr. Palmer, of New-Orleans, and the pews and aisles were crowded with officers and soldiers, private citizens, ladies and children. A prayer had been said, and one of the hymns sung. The organist was absent, "and I will be thankful," continued the minister, "if some one in the congregation will raise the tune." The tune was raised, the whole congregation joined in singing, as in days gone by; the sacred notes, in humble melody from the house of God, swelling their holy tribute to his glory, and dying away at last like the echoes of departed days. The second, or what is known as the long prayer, was begun, when out upon the calm, still air, there came an alien sound-the sullen voice of a hostile gun-ringing from the north bank of the river, and echoing back and back among the faroff glens of Lookout Peak. It was sudden -it took every one by surprise; for few, if any, expected the approach of an enemy. The day was one of fasting and prayer; the public mind was upon its worship. Its serenity had not been crossed by a shadow, and it was not until another and another of these unchristian accents trembled in the air, and hied themselves away to the hills, that it was generally realized that the enemy were shelling the town. Without a word of warning, in the midst of church services, while many thousands of men and women thronged the several places of public worship, the basest of human foemen had begun an attack upon a city crowded with hospi

VICTORY OR ANNIHILATION.-Doctor Elliot, the Bishop of Georgia, in a late sermon preached in Savannah, exhibits the alternative before ns, in a few sentences pregnant with all the fire of a prophet and a patriot. These are, indeed, words that burn:

It is

"Forward, my hearers, with our shields locked and our trust in God, is our only movement now. too late even to go backward. We might have gone backward a year ago, when our armies were victoriously thundering at the gates of Washington, and were keeping at successful bay the Hessians of the West, had we been content to bear humiliation for ourselves and degradation for our children. But even that is no longer left us. It is now victory or unconditional submission; submission, not to the conservative and Christian people of the North, but to a party of infidel fanatics, with an army of needy and greedy soldiers at their backs. Who shall be able to restrain them in their hour of victory? When that moment approaches, when the danger shall seem to be over and the spoils are ready to be divided, every outlaw will rush to fill their ranks, every adventurer will rush to swell their legions, and they will sweep down upon the South as the hosts of Attila did upon the fertile fields of Italy. And shall you find in defeat that mercy which you did not find in victory? You may slumber now, but you will awake to a fearful reality. You may lie upon your beds of ease, and dream that, when it is all over, you will be welcomed back to all the privileges and immunities of greasy citizens, but how terrible will be your disappointment! You will have an ignoble home, overrun by hordes of insolent slaves and rapacious soldiers. You will wear the badge of a conquered race. Pariahs among your fellow-creatures, yourselves degraded, your delicate wives and gentle children thrust down to menial service, insulted, perhaps dishonored. Think you that these victorious hordes, made up in the large part of the sweepings of Europe, will leave you any thing? As well might the lamb expect mercy from the wolf. Power which is checked and fettered by a double contest, is very different from power victorious, triumphant, and irresponsible. The friends whom you

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have known and loved in the North; who have sym- would as soon fight alongside of a negro regiment as pathized with you in your trials, and to whom you of any white one; and, besides, I believe, as a general might have looked for comfort and protection, will thing, they will fight more desperately and hold out have enough to do then to take care of themselves. longer than most of our white troops. I am not a disThe surges that sweep over us will carry them away ciple of Henry Ward Beecher, so you need not accuse in its refluent tide. Oh! for the tongue of a prophet, me of Abolitionism because of that last sentiment. to paint for you what is before you, unless you re- It is the honest conviction of my heart, strengthened pent and turn to the Lord, and realize that "His hand by actual experience. Give me my choice, to fight beis upon all them for good that seek him." The lan-side a darkey or a sympathiser," and I will take the guage of Scripture is alone adequate to describe it: gentleman of color every time, both because he is more The earth mourneth and languisheth: Lebanon is of a gentleman, and a more loyal man." ashamed and hewn down: Sharon is like a wilderness. They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.-They ravished the women of Zion and the maids in the cities of Judah. They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood. The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning. The crown has fallen from our head; woe unto us that have sinned."-Richmond Enquirer, November 21.

tery Hill.

JENNY WADE, THE HEROINE OF Gettysburgh.—The country has already heard of John Burns, the hero of Gettysburgh: of how the old man sallied forth, a host within himself, "to fight on his own hook," and how he fell wounded after having delivered many shots from his trusty rifle into the face and the hearts of his country's foes. John Burns's name is already recorded among the immortal, to live there while American valor and patriotism has an admirer and an emulator. But there was a heroine as well as a hero of Gettysburgh. The old hero, Burns, still lives; the heroine, sweet AN INCIDENT OF THE NEW-YORK RIOT.-"Mother, Jenny Wade, perished in the din of that awful fray, they may kill the body, but they cannot touch the soul!" and she now sleeps where the flowers once bloomed, was the language used by poor Abraham Franklin, as he was borne from the presence of his mother by the and the perfume-laden air wafted lovingly over Cemebarbarous mob on the morning of the fourteenth ult. Before the battle, and while the National hosts were The young man, aged twenty-three, had been an invalid awaiting the assault of the traitor foe, Jenny Wade was for about two years, and was a confirmed consumptive.busily engaged in baking bread for the National troops. When the mob broke into the house they found him in She occupied a house in range of the guns of both arbed. They bore him into the street, and there, although mies, and the rebels had sternly ordered her to leave he had not raised a finger against them-indeed, was the premises, but this she as sternly refused to do. not able to do so-they beat him to death, hanged him While she was busily engaged in her patriotic work a to a lamp-post, cut his pantaloons off at the knees, cut Minie ball pierced her pure breast, and she fell a holy bits of flesh out of his legs, and afterward set fire to sacrifice in her country's cause. Almost at the same him! All this was done beneath the eyes of his widow-time a rebel officer of high rank fell near where Jenny ed mother. Such an exhibition of bloodthirstiness is Wade had perished. The rebels at once proceeded to without a parallel in the history of crime. Patrick Butler and George Glass, both Irishmen, the latter fifty-time that was finished the surging of the conflict changprepare a coffin for their fallen leader, but about the three years of age, were arrested for the murder of ed the positions of the armies, and Jenny Wade's body Mr. Franklin.-Anglo-African.

NEGRO COURAGE-AN INCIDENT AT CHARLESTON. The Newburgh Journal says that a private letter received from a member of the Tenth Legion, contains the following interesting passage:

was placed in the coffin designed for her country's enemy. The incidents of the heroine and the hero of Gettysburgh are beautifully touching, noble, and sublime.

rifice which the people of that locality had to offer on the shrine of their country. Let a monument be erected on the ground which covers her, before which the pilgrims to the holy tombs of the heroes of Gettysburgh can bow and bless the memory of Jenny Wade. If the people of Gettysburgh are not able alone to raise the funds to pay for a suitable monument for Jenny Wade, let them send a committee to Harrisburgh, and our little boys and girls will assist in soliciting subscriptions for this holy purpose. Before the summer sunshine again kisses the grave of Jenny Wade; before the summer birds once more carol where she sleeps in glory; before the flowers again deck the plain made famous by gallant deeds, let a monument rise to greet the skies in tokens of virtue, daring, and nobleness.— Harrisburgh Telegraph.

Old John Burns was the only man of Gettysburgh who participated in the struggle to save the North from "The Tenth Connecticut (white) and Fifty-fourth Mas-invasion, while innocent Jenny Wade was the only sacsachusetts (black) were on picket. The rebels came down at daylight with five regiments of infantry, one of cavalry, and two pieces of artillery, attacking our whole picket-line simultaneously. The Tenth Connecticut being a small regiment, and somewhat detached from the rest of the line, gave way almost immediately, firing but very few shots. Not so, however, with the darkeys. They stood their ground and blazed away until almost surrounded. One company of them was completely cut off from the rest and surrounded by a rebel regiment formed in square. The poor niggers plainly heard the rebel colonel give the order, "Take no prisoners!" and well knowing that that was equivalent to "Give no quarter," clubbed their muskets and make a desperate effort to break the rebel lines, in which they succeeded, with a loss of five killed and six or eight wounded. Nine out of ten white companies under the same circumstances would have surrendered; but the darkeys, knowing their lives were forfeited any way, concluded to die fighting like brave men (as they are) rather than give up. The "sympathizers" of the North may say and think what they please about the fighting qualities of the negro; but as for myself, I

INCIDENTS OF MISSION RIDGE.-One of the noncommissioned staff of the Sixth Ohio thus speaks of the charge, in which General Wood's division participated, up the steeps of Missionary Ridge, in the fighting of Wednesday, November twenty-fifth:

From the foot to the crest of Missionary Ridge

is at least three fourths of a mile, and very steep. Up this steep our men charged, right in the very mouths of at least sixty guns, that belched forth grape and canister incessantly. They stopped to rest only twice in the whole distance, each time quietly getting up and advancing as deliberately as though on drill, until, arrived at last within about one hundred yards of the enemy, away they went with a whoop and a yell, and clearing, almost at a bound, embankments, ditches, and every thing, were in the rebel works. They captured about five thousand prisoners, and nearly all the enemy's artillery. Our brigade (Hazen's) alone took sixteen pieces, and of these our regiment claims six, which they facetiously call the "Sixth Ohio battery." Not one gun was spiked, as far as I can learn."

"Chickamauga" rang through the lines when the charge was made. A rebel captain was captured by a boy of our regiment, and refusing to go the rear, our boy pushed him upon the breastworks, and gave him a kick in the region of his "base," that sent him headlong down the hill, accompanying the demonstration with the shout: "Chickamauga, you !

Altogether, it was a glorious day for the army of the Cumberland.

POCAHONTAS, TENN., Nov. 19.-An amusing instance of the efficiency of our negro troops occurred at this post to-day, which we will submit to our friends at the North as evidence of the vigilance with which our lines are guarded, and of the implicit obedience to orders, both general and special, which is here observed. A verdant but exceedingly well-developed Mississippian of twenty summers presented himself at the pickets guarded by colored troops, and, although Order No. 157 had completely closed the lines, the officer of the guard saw something suspicious in the stranger, and sent him under guard (a healthy African) to the Provost-Marshal, who inquired carefully into the young man's business within the lines, and ascertained that his chief ambition and desire was to procure a pound of tobacco, for which noble purpose he had come from down in "Mississip." This was rather aggravating, but our Provost smothered his wrath somewhat and offered his visitor a bit of the weed; then turned to the African escort and told him to put the butternut beyond the lines at double-quick. The guard and his charge left the office. On reaching the street, the negro, true to his instructions, announced the double-quick; but the chivalry stated that he did not like to run, whereupon down came the African's bayonet and out flew the butternut's coat-tail to the horizontal, which each maintained down the street and out to the pickets, a little better than a mile, to the infinite amusement of the idlers, all agreeing that it was the prettiest trotting ever seen, and giving the chivalry credit for good bottom.Chicago Tribune.

CORINTH, MISS., Oct. 1.-A feat was lately accomplished by some Union Alabama soldiers, which I think has not been excelled during the war, and is worthy of record. On the fourteenth of last month Lieutenant Tramel and ten men of the First Alabama Federal cavalry, started on foot from Glendale, some ten miles from here, where the regiment is stationed, and proceeded into the centre of Alabama, and, after an absence of two weeks, they reached camp in safety, bringing with them one hundred and ten recruits for their regiment, as well as five prison

ers-one a lieutenant-and a rebel mail as trophies. The lieutenant captured was engaged in conscripting, and says he thinks that the Confederacy is about played out, if ten men can travel all through it.Chicago Tribune.

A PRIVATE in battery F, Fourth U. S. artillery, writes
the following epitaph for John B. Floyd:
Floyd has died and few have sobbed,
Since, had he lived, all had been robbed:
He's paid Dame Nature's debt, 'tis said,
The only one he ever paid.

Some doubt that he resigned his breath,
But vow he has cheated even death.
If he is buried, oh! then, ye dead, beware,
Look to your swaddlings, of your shrouds take care,
Lest Floyd should to your coffins make his way,
And steal the linen from your mouldering clay.

A SECESSIONIST TRICK.-The New-Orleans Times of the twenty-eighth of October says:

"We have been sold, most egregiously SOLD; as many other good and respectable people have been before us. Some ingenious person, signing himself or herself 'Emily M. Washington,' sent us really a beautiful patriotic poem-when read in the usual way-which we published in our Sunday's issue, but which turned out to be an acrostic of the most abominable rebel character."

the last line of each stanza, we get the following:
By reading the first letters of each line, and adding

"Sink, sink the Stars and Stripes for ever!
Lord, fail the Bannered Cross? Oh! never!
Waft, waft the murdered brave to glory,
Who 'neath that flag, in battle gory,
Denounce the Stars and Stripes for ever!"

The New-Orleans Era says indignantly:

pects to fan into a flame the expiring embers of seces"If by such arts of cunning our contemporary exsionism in this city, it will signally fail." Here follows the poem :

THE STARS AND STRIPES FOR EVER

BY EMILY M. WASHINGTON.

Since first our banner bright unfurled
Its crimson folds of glory,
No flag e'er floated yet that could

Keep peace with ours in story!
Sink, sink the hand of treason, then,
Its greatness now would smother!
No earthly power that flag shall mar,
King, prince, or any other.

The Stars and Stripes for ever!

'Long many a crimson field of fame-
O'er decks grown red for honor-
Round Bunker's Hill and Brandywine,
Danced that old veteran banner!
For rebels' gain, and freedom's bane,
All wrong, but subtle reason,
In spite of Right shall Wrong, grown bold,
Lift up that rag of treason-

The bannered Cross! Oh! never! When darkness draped our country's sky, And none could comfort borrow

From scourging foes and scowling woes,

That flag sprang forth in sorrow!

the reserve corps had been hurled against the rebels, Thomas had not another thousand fresh soldiers whom

Wrong gave the Stripes-hope wrought the Stars- he could use. He saved the army, but he would not

Ah! those old grandsires able,

From pain to hallowed peace, at last,
They passed-the good, the noble,

The murdered brave--to glory!

When swarming foemen thronged our shores,
Hard pressed for food and rifles,
Our god-like sires, they fought and starved,
Nor shrunk at such mere trifles;
Enrapturedly to death they went,

And still as slaughter crowned them,
The glittering Stars, turned to the skies,
Hung proudly, grandly round them,
That flag, in battle gory.

Down many a vista'd year since then,
Enshrined in hoary honor,
Nobly with martial step hath marched
Our grand old veteran banner!
Unhallowed hands of godless wrong
Now threat that badge we cherish;
Charge! sons of old Columbia, then!
Ere that flag fall, we perish!

THE STARS AND STRIPES FOR EVER!

have been content with that. He wanted and would have had such a victory as would have carried dismay throughout the South. This field-officer says that there were other generals besides Thomas who saw what a prize was lost for the want of ten thousand men. -Milwaukee Wisconsin.

MAFFIT, THE PIRATE CAPTAIN.-The Boston Transcript says: "When a boy at school, in Portsmouth, New-Hampshire, this bad specimen of humanity always fell below his class. One of his schoolfellows remembers these couplets, which a little urchin of twelve made about him on a certain "exhibition day" many years ago:

And here's Johnny Maffit, as straight as a gun-
If you face him square up, he'll turn round and run!
The first boy in school, sir, if thieving and lies,
Instead of good scholarship, bore off the prize.

SOUTHERN GREEK FIRE.--The Mobile Register and Advertiser asserts that Colonel John Travis (of pistolshot notoriety) has discovered, if not the ancient, at least its counterpart and equal, the modern "Greek Travis tenders the use of his invention to the confedfire." Its components are kept secret, but Colonel of a test of this fire: erate States. The Register gives the following account

THE SAGACITY OF GENERAL THOMAS.-There can be no question that General Thomas saved the army of the Cumberland in the critical battle of Chickamauga. The Georgia papers say that the plan of the battle was determined upon by General Bragg after consulta-suburbs of this city, in the presence of several scien"On Thursday evening last, near the bay road, in the tion with General Lee. The plan was literally to de- tific professors, ordnance and artillery officers, Colstroy our army. It was, to cross the Chickamauga onel Miller, commanding this volunteer and conscript Creek on our left flank, where Thomas's corps was bureau, other officers of the army and navy, a score placed, and then force him back upon Crittenden and of ladies, and at least one representative of the press, McCook. After Thomas was thus driven, another rebel column was to cross the creek and strike Thomas Captain Travis made two distinct experiments of his again as he was forced back, thus completing his rout. half a pint of the preparation, a fluid. Both were fire or composition, using on each occasion less than Thomas, with the sagacity of a great soldier, perceived the object of the rebels. He did not wait to be eminently successful, eliciting universal commendaassailed, but, with Napoleonic tactics, he concluded to the fluid becomes a blaze of fire, with heat intense, tion. Instantaneously on being exposed to the air be the assailing party, and hence issued the following resembling that of a liquid metal in the smelting proimportant order: cess. A pile of green wood, into which it was thrown, ignited immediately, like tinder.

HEADQUARTERS FOURTEENTH ARMY CORPS, NEAR MCDANIEL'S HOUSE, September 19-9 A.M. Major-General Palmer:

The rebels are reported in quite a heavy force between you and Alexander's Hill. If you advance as soon as possible on them in front, while I attack them in flank, I think we can use them up.

Respectfully your obedient servant,

GEO. H. THOMAS,
Major-General Commanding.

This order, the Georgia papers say, saved General Rosecrans's army. The Southern journals came to a knowledge of this order from the fact that the adiutant of General Palmer's staff was taken prisoner, and this order was found in his pocket. There is no man in the nation who thinks that Rosecrans could have been superseded by a better man than General Thomas. There is an earnest heartiness in this note, in speaking of the enemy as "rebels." "I think we can use them up" are words the patriot likes to hear. As an illustration of General Thomas's sagacity, a general officer now in this city says that if Thomas could have had ten thousand fresh men on Sunday afternoon, he would have utterly routed the rebel army. This officer says that General Thomas clearly saw the prize of victory within his grasp; but, after the brigades of

"Without delay, within ten seconds, a number of a dense volume of smoke ascended, the hissing and bucketfuls of water were thrown upon the flames, singing sound of a quenched fire was heard; but lo! the burning fluid licked up the water, destroying its oxygen, a fluid seemingly added to the flame, and the wood cracked and hummed, and the flames arose again defiantly unquenchable. On the occasion of these experiments, Travis's Greek Fire', burned for something over a quarter of an hour in full vigor and force. Its heat is intense, and flies at once into the body of the substance it touches.”—Atlanta Appeal, October 22.

A SCORCHING REBUKE.-The Nashville Union of the sixth of November, gives the following:

A highly instructive as well as amusing incident took place in one of the business houses on one of our principal streets, last Saturday, while the colored regiment was marching along to the music of the National airs. Several gentlemen were looking on the parade, among them a wealthy planter of Alabama who is a large slaveholder. One of the group stepped out to the door, looking on for a few minute

and then indignantly turning on his heel, addressed himself to the grave Alabamian, to the following purport:

Isn't

"Well, I'll be if that is not a burning disgrace, which no decent white man can tolerate. that nigger regiment too great an insult?"

The Alabamian jumped to his feet, and replied, while his eyes flashed fire:

"Sir, there is not a negro in that regiment who is not a better man than a rebel to this Government, and for whom I have not a thousand times more respect than I have for a traitor to his country. I think that the best possible use the Government can make of negroes is to take them and make them fight against the rebels. No traitor is too good to be killed by a negro, no weapon too severe to be used against the wretches who are endeavoring to overthrow the Government. Now, sir, swallow that, whether you like it or not."

The rebel darted off in utter amazement, without uttering a syllable of reply, leaving the sturdy Alabamian, who cherished the jewel of patriotism as something more precious than flocks of slaves, "alone in his glory."

LONGSTREET'S VISIT TO KNOXVILLE.*

AIR-Yankee Manufacture.

BY J. W. MILLER, TWENTY-THIRD INDIANA BATTERY.

Come, gather round, my Yankee boys,

And listen to my ditty:

I'll tell you all about old Longstreet's
Visit to this city.

And how the Rebs around him flocked
While he made a long oration,
Saying: "Boys, we'll drive the Yankees out,
And run them like tarnation."

Chorus. So pass the grog, and drink unto
The Union's preservation;
Old Longstreet and his rebel crew
Are running like tarnation.

Says he: "My boys, on our success
Our fate depends, by thunder!

And if we meet with a defeat,
Our government's gone under.
So charge upon their raw recruits
Without procrastination:

We'll make them fly to wooden hams,
To save them from starvation!"

But little did old Longstreet know
The boys he had to meet him;
They fought on old Virginia's soil,
At Bull Run and Antietam.

The Western boys from Illinois

And Buckeyes wont knock under;
And Yankee steel, it made them squeal,
And Old Kentuck, by thunder!

The rebels made a bold advance,

To bag us they intended;

And up the hill on double-quick
The chivalry ascended.

Previous to the charge on Fort Sanders, Tennessee, Longstreet harangued his men, told them that the regiments before them were nine months' men, and promised them an easy victory. But the reception the attacking party met with, soon convinced them that they had veterans to deal with, and their consternation was increased when they learned that this warm reception came from old antagonists-the tried battalions of the Nirth army corps.

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"The day had been one of dense mists and rains, and much of General Hooker's battle was fought above the clouds, which concealed him from our view, but from which his musketry was heard."-General Meigs to Secretary Stanton.

By the banks of Chattanooga watching with a soldier's heed,

In the chilly autumn morning, gallant Grant was on his steed:

For the foe had climbed above him with the banners of their band,

And the cannon swept the river from the hills of Cumberland.

Like a trumpet rang his orders: "Howard, Thomas, to the bridge!

One brigade aboard the Dunbar! Storm the heights of Mission Ridge,

On the left the ledges, Sherman, charge and hurl the rebels down!

Hooker, take the steeps of Lookout and the slopes before the town!"

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