THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED
Yes, give me the land that hath legend and lay
That tells of the memories of long vanished days;
Yes, give me the land that hath story and song,
Enshrining the strife of the right with the wrong.
Yes, give me the land with a grave in each spot,
And names in the graves that shall not be forgot,
And the graves of the dead with the grass overgrown
Will yet be the footstool in liberty's throne.
Morristown, Tenn., April 25, 1898.
My Dear Old Murray:—Your letter came to me safely, am delighted to hear from you again, and pleased beyond measure that you are getting ready to put in print the story of the Immortal Six Hundred. I cannot, in my condition, help you much with the work. You know all the details of the trip much better than I. As you say, the story can only be told from a personal experience of that which came under your observation. Write, Ogden, as you know it. If the story is not full in all details it will convey to the world an idea
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