Sundaay, September 14.—A very warm day. I went to though Baptist Church, this morning, with Mr. Davis; it was in a very romantic spot. This is a most beautiful place, in a valley, with mountains each side of it. It is one hundred miles northwest of Atlanta, and is the county-seat of Whitfield, and the terminus of the East Tennessee and Knoxville Railroad. It is south of Ringgold; it has some manufactories, and a number of hospitals, with but few patients in them; a large number are daily expected. The ladies of the place are preparing to take care of them when they come.
I have made the aquaintance of quite a number of the residents here, and am much pleased with them. There is a great deal of simplicity and good-heartedness among them; many of them have a very peculiar accent, such as we read of in the “Georgia Scenes;” indeed, I think the author must have lived in the place, as I have seen more than one of his characters here in real life.
