Part 1

Books by Mr. Torrey.

BIRDS IN THE BUSH. 16mo, $1.25. A RAMBLER'S LEASE. 16mo, $1.25. THE FOOT-PATH WAY. 16mo, gilt top, $1.25. A FLORIDA SKETCH-BOOK. 16mo, $1.25. SPRING NOTES FROM TENNESSEE. 16mo, $1.25.

HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. BOSTON AND NEW YORK.

SPRING NOTES FROM TENNESSEE

BRADFORD TORREY

We travelled in the print of olden wars; Yet all the land was green.

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press, Cambridge 1896

Copyright, 1896, BY BRADFORD TORREY.

All rights reserved.

The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.

Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.

CONTENTS.

PAGE

AN IDLER ON MISSIONARY RIDGE 1

LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN 28

CHICKAMAUGA 57

ORCHARD KNOB AND THE NATIONAL CEMETERY 89

AN AFTERNOON BY THE RIVER 102

A MORNING IN THE NORTH WOODS 113

A WEEK ON WALDEN'S RIDGE 124

SOME TENNESSEE BIRD NOTES 183

A LIST OF BIRDS 213

INDEX 221

SPRING NOTES FROM TENNESSEE.

AN IDLER ON MISSIONARY RIDGE.

I reached Chattanooga on the evening of April 26th, in the midst of a rattling thunder-shower,--which, to look back upon it, seems to have been prophetic,--and the next morning, after an early breakfast, took an electric car for Missionary Ridge. Among my fellow-passengers were four Louisiana veterans fresh from their annual reunion at Birmingham, where, doubtless, their hearts had been kindled by much fervent oratory, as well as by much private talk of those bygone days when they did everything but die for the cause they loved. As the car mounted the Ridge, one of them called his companions' attention to a place down the valley where "the Rebels and the Yankees" (his own words) used to meet to play cards. "A regular gambling-hole," he called it. Their boys brought back lots of coffee. In another direction was a spot where the Rebels once "had a regular picnic," killing some extraordinary number of Yankees in some incredibly brief time. I interrupted the conversation, and at the same time made myself known as a stranger and a Northerner, by inquiring after the whereabouts of Orchard Knob, General Grant's headquarters; and the same man, who seemed to be the spokesman of the party, after pointing out the place, a savin-sprinkled knoll between us and the city, kindly invited me to go with him and his comrades up to the tower,--on the site of General Bragg's headquarters,--where he would show me the whole battlefield and tell me about the fight.

We left the car together for that purpose, and walked up the slope to the foot of the observatory,--an open structure of iron, erected by the national government; but just then my ear caught somewhere beyond us the song of a Bachman's finch,--a song I had heard a year before in the pine woods of Florida, and, in my ignorance, was unprepared for here. I must see the bird and make sure of its identity. It led me a little chase, and when I had seen it I must look also at a summer tanager, a chat, and so on, one thing leading to another; and by the time I returned to the observatory the veterans had come down and were under some apple-trees, from one of which the spokesman was cutting a big walking-stick. He had stood under those trees--which were now in bloom--thirty years before, he said, with General Bragg himself.