a Sergeant marching a large squad at
quick time to join a heavy "detail." His back was toward her, but his
figure and bodily carriage were certainly those of Harry Glen. But
before she could make certain the squad was merged with the "detail,"
to the obliteration of all individuality, and the whole mass disappeared
around the hill.

She rode on to the top of the rim of hills which encircle that most
picturesque of Southern cities, and stopped for a moment for a
farewell to the stronghold of her friends, whose friendly cover she
was abandoning to venture, weak and weaponless, into the camp of her
enemies.

Above her the great black guns of a heavy fort pointed their sinister
muzzles down the Murfreesboro road, with fearful suggestiveness of the
dangers to be encountered there.

She remembered Lot's wife, but could not resist the temptation to take
a one backward look. She saw as grand a landscape picture as the world
affords.

Serenely throned upon the hill that dominated the whole of the lovely
valley of the Cumberland, stood the beautiful Capitol of Tennessee.

Ionic porticos and graceful Corinthian columns of dazzling white
limestone rose hundreds of feet above the fountains and magnolia-shaded
terraces that crowned the hill--still more hundreds of feet above the
densely packed roofs and spires of the city crowded upon the hill's
rocky sides. It was like some fine and pure old Greek temple, standing
on a romantic headland, far above the murk and toil of sordid striving.
But over the symmetrical pile floated a banner that meant to the world
all that was signified even by the banners which Greece folded and laid
away in eternal rest thousands of years ago.

At the foot of the hill the Cumberland, clear as when it descended from
its mountains five hundred miles away, flowed between its high, straight
walls of limestone, spanned by cobweb-like bridges, and bore on
its untroubled breast a great fleet of high-chimneyed, white-sided
transports, and black, sullen gunboats. Miles away to her left she saw
the trains rushing into Nashville, unrolling as they came along black
and white ribbons against the sky.

"They're coming from the North," she said, with an involuntary sigh;
"they're coming from home."

She touched her mare's flank with the whip and sped on.

She soon reached the outer line of guards, by whom she was halted, with
a demand for her pass.

She produced the one furnished her, which was signed by Gen.