_ ^ * *The night that Atlanta was burned by Sherman, we were given a farewell dance. I have forgotton the names of the good people, but 1 shall never forget the kindness and hospitality that was always extended to us wherever we might be, but especially down on South River, in the neighborhood of Bethel chapel. We broke up the dance about midnight, and bidding Our kind entertainers farewell, started out in search of “Sherman's Bummers.” We struck the first lot at Conyers Station, and killed and captured a few. The next fight worth noting was at Covington, where we found a lot of bummers which we punished very severely, as well as capturing some good horses. I fitted myself with a pair of No. 5 cavalry boots, being the lucky possessor of the only pair of feet among the scouts that could wear them.The next exploit of note was the cap-