He has left the dreadful evidence of many dead bodies. In the woods near the upper end of this opening, we saw one of the blue-habited dead, sitting with his back against a log, his arms on his knees and his fingers dovetailed together. Apparently he had sat down deliberately to die. The worms were feasting on him. His jaw was hanging down; his black and glistening body, which had swollen until it burst off his clothing, was one of the most horrible and disagreeable sights we ever witnessed. Close by, another man crawled upon a log, and placing his back against a bush, and resting his head on his hand, the elbow bent, the body in a reclining position, he had pulled his cap over his eyes and given up his spirit from the battle-field. At the back part of the field, sweeping eastward and south of east, was a large and destructive battery. The worn places where each gun was placed indicate that ten or more guns were in battery there. The dead horses and Yankees lying about tell how vengeful the assault was, and how successful. But from the hill where this battery cast its storm and rain of shot and shell, and canister and grape, the evidences of a terrific fire are more apparent here than anywhere else on the field. The woods are very thick in trees and bushes, and the limbs, trunks and branches, as they lie cut off and torn in all directions, made an abattis through which our forces rushed and charged to silence the loud throated voices of those death dealing engines. We pass through the path of the artillery storm, and here and there are the graves of our soldiers. On the second hill, with trees and limbs lying thick about, evidences of the terrible passion of man, the graves of many brave Texans, the Twenty-fourth and others, rest calmly marked by the careful hands of friends; back of these are a number of Georgians. Thence we turn to the left and follow the Savannah road. At intervals the open woods show signs of the conflict being more severe than in the thickly wooded spots. It is along here, we are told, General Hood and his men made such terrible onset and slaughter. They and the portion of our army which advanced from the

Red House, and along the road to the right of the saw mill, did execution which is perfectly fearful. The carnage was awful every avenue had been swept as by a broad besom of destruction in the hands of Hecate. Battery paths are innumerable. Here they fought-there they retreated-leaving dead horses, men, broken caissons, piles of ammunition, rent clothes, and destruction generally. On one point on the rise of a hill we saw the body of an immense Newfoundland dog. He evidently was the pet of some battery, and was shot while following it up. Close by him we counted thirty-eight dead Yankees, nearly thirty dead horses, saw more than a tun of shell, shot and canister, and all the broken and abandoned paraphernalia of a strong battery, all within the space of eighty feet square.

ATTITUDES OF THE SLAIN.

A PROMINENT officer attached to the ambulance corps of the French army in Italy, Dr. Armand, has published the result of some curious and interesting observations made by himself and others upon the battle-fields of the late Napoleon, in war with Austria. The positions which the bodies of the slain assume, under the effect of mortal wounds produced by different missiles of death, and the effect of such wounds in various parts of the body upon the general attitude, were the subjects of the somewhat novel investigation, which might have been pursued on a grand scale in this country for the past two years.

In a number of cases the dead soldier was found almost in the speaking attitude of life. A Hungarian hussar, killed at the same moment with his horse, was only slightly moved in his saddle, and sat there dead, holding the point of his sabre in advance, in the position of charging, A parallel case occurred on the death of an Austrian artillerymen. Those

wounded in the head, it was remarked, generally fell with the face and abdomen flat to the ground. Wounds in the chest and heart produced a like posture of the body, though in the latter cases modifications of the position and expression more frequently took place than in the former. A Zouave struck full in the chest was "doubled upon his musket, as if taking a position to charge bayonet, his face full of energy, with an attitude more menacing than that of a lion."

In wounds of the abdomen the agony seemed to have been prolonged; the face was contracted, the body doubled upon itself and lying partially upon the side.

But the report of Dr. Armand, after all, contains no case so remarkable as two which have been observed upon one of our own battle-fields—that of Shiloh. On that bloody field, when the carnage was over, a soldier was found standing, his legs somewhat spread apart, and his arms thrown convulsively outward; his posture, that of a living man, agitated perhaps by a strong emotion; he was nevertheless, stone-dead, a ghastly monument of seeming life alongside the hetacomb of fallen corpses. Another body lay partially prostrated on one side, the right holding to the mouth a piece of cheese, which the set teeth were almost in the act of grasping. Lying upon the back, with the arms extended, and the knees drawn up toward the face, was a posture frequently to be observed, on this as well as other fields. Other observations would be of interest, if described; but the living attitude of the dead soldier, still standing upon his feet, and the grim mockery of life in the apparent taking of food must remain unexampled in all recorded incidents of war. The facts are derived from an officer who witnessed the unusual spectacle.

We are not aware of any valuable result which has followed the observations of the French or our own ambulance corps in this direction, sufficient to induce our army surgeons to devote valuable time to the same study, but doubtless many pages of curious if not instructive matter might be made up in this ghastly field of inquiry.

LIEU

ANECDOTE OF LIEUT. GEN. GRANT.

THE following is told by an officer of General Grant's staff:

The hero and veteran, who was citizen, captain, colonel, brigadier and major-general within a space of nine months, though a rigid disciplinarian, and a perfect Ironsides in the discharge of his official duties, could enjoy a good joke, and is always ready to perpetrate one when an opportunity presents. Indeed, among his acquaintances, he is as much renowned for his eccentric humor as he is for his skill and bravery as a commander.

When Grant was a brigadier in South-east Missouri, he commanded an expedition against the rebels under Jefferson Thompson, in North-east Arkansas. The distance from the starting-point of the expedition to the supposed rendezvous of the rebels was about one hundred and ten miles, and the greater portion of the route lay through a howling wilderness. The imaginary suffering that our soldiers endured during the first two days of their march was enormous. It was impossible to steal or "confiscate" uncultivated real estate, and not a hog, or a chicken, or an ear of corn was anywhere to be seen. On the third day, however, affairs looked more hopeful, for a few small specks of ground, in a state of partial cultivation, were here and there visible. On that day Lieutenant Wickfield, of an Indiana cavalry regiment, commanded the advance-guard, consisting of eight mounted men. About noon he came up to a small farm-house, from the outward appearance of which he judged that there might be something fit to eat inside. He halted his company, dismounted, and, with two second lieutenants entered the dwelling. He knew that Grant's incipient fame had already gone out through all that country, and it occurred to him that by representing himself to be the General he might obtain the best the house afforded. So, assuming a very imperative demeanor, he accosted the inmates of the

house, and told them he must have something for himself and staff to eat. They desired to know who he was, and he told them that he was Brigadier-General Grant. At the sound of that name they flew around with alarming alacrity, and served up about all they had in the house, taking great pains all the while to make loud professions of loyalty. The lieutenants ate as much as they could of the not over sumptuous meal, but which was, nevertheless, good for that country, and demanded what was to pay. "Nothing." And they went on their way rejoicing.

In the meantime General Grant, who had halted his army a few miles further back for a brief resting spell, came in sight of, and was rather favorably impressed with, the appearance of this same house. Riding up to the fence in front of the door, he desired to know if they would cook him a meal.

"No," said a female, in a gruff voice; "General Grant and his staff have just been here and eaten every thing in the house except one pumpkin pie."

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Humph," murmured Grant; "what is your name?"
Selvidge," replied the woman.

Casting a half-dollar in at the door, he asked if she would keep that pie till he sent an officer for it, to which she replied that she would.

That evening, after the camping-ground had been selected, the various regiments were notified that there would be a grand parade at half-past six, for orders. Officers would see that their men all turned out, etc.

In five minutes the camp was in a perfect uproar, and filled with all sorts of rumors; some thought the enemy were upon them, it being so unusual to have parades when on a march.

At half-past six the parade was formed, ten columns deep, and nearly a quarter of a mile in length.

After the usual routine of ceremonies the Acting Assistant Adjutant-General read the following order: