46 LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN. 



impossible, if the visitor is of too sensitive a 

 temperament, — to call Ms weakness by no 

 worse a name, — he can at least betake him- 

 self to the woods, and out of them see 

 enough, as I did from my boulder, to repay 

 him for all his trouble. 



The battlefield, as has been said, lies at 

 the base of the perpendicular cliffs which 

 make the bold northern tip of the mountain, 

 — Lookout Point. I must walk over it, 

 though there is little to see, and after a final 

 look at the magnificent panorama I de- 

 scended the steps to the head of the " in- 

 cline," or, as I should say, the cable road. 

 The car dropped me at a sentry-box marked 

 " Columbus " (it was easy to guess in what 

 year it had been named), and thence I 

 strolled across the plateau, — so called in 

 the narratives of the battle, though it is far 

 from level, — past the Craven house and 

 Cloud Fort, to the western slope looking 

 down into Lookout Valley, out of which the 

 Union forces marched to the assault. The 

 place was peaceful enough on that pleasant 

 May afternoon. The air was full of music, 

 and just below me were apple and peach 

 orchards and a vineyard. 



