out of the city; the Federals marched in; the two were close
together, within easy musket range, but not a shot was fired. It seemed as
if both sides were conscious that a great man had fallen, a gallant soul
fled, and that even grim war should stay his hand."

It is not within the scope of this book to follow Calhoun through the last
year of the war. Suffice it to say, that in the enlarged sphere of his new
position, his genius found full scope. He was all through the Atlantic
campaign, where for four months the thunder of cannon never ceased, and
where seventy-five thousand men were offered as a sacrifice to the god of
war. He followed Hood in his raid to the rear of Sherman's army, and then
into Tennessee. He was in that hell of fire at Franklin, where fell so
many of the bravest sons of the South. At Nashville he was among those who
tried to stem the tide of defeat, and was among the last to leave that
fatal field. When the remnants of Hood's army were gathered and marched
across the states of Alabama and Georgia into North Carolina, hoping to
stay the victorious progress of Sherman, Calhoun was with them.

Not until the surrender of Lee and Johnston did Calhoun give up every hope
of the independence of the South. But the end came, and in bitter anguish
he laid down his arms. He had given his young life to his country when
only seventeen years of age. For four years he had fought and hoped. When
the end came it seemed to him the sky was darkened, that every hope had
perished, that everything worth living for was gone. Oh, the bitterness of
defeat! Strong men wept like children.

Even the victors stood in silence over the grief of those whom they had
met so many times in battle. They were brothers now, and they took them by
the hand and bade them be of good cheer, and divided their rations with
them. The soldiers who had fought each other on so many bloody fields were
the first to fraternize, the first to forget.

When Calhoun gave his parole, he met his cousin Fred, who was on General
Sherman's staff. The meeting was a happy one for Calhoun, for it served to
dispel the gloom which depressed his spirits. It seemed to be like old
times to be with Fred again. Nothing would satisfy Fred, but that Calhoun
should return home by the way of Washington. He consented, and was in
Washington at the time of the Grand Review. All day long he watched the
mighty armies of Grant and Sherman, as with steady tread they marched
thro