CAMPAIGNING WITH MAX. 



NION CITY was not a city at all; it 

 was hardly a village, and "Disunion" 

 would have been its fairer designation. 

 It lay in the woods at the crossing of two rail- 

 roads, one pointing toward Mobile and one toward 

 Memphis, but neither leading anywhere. There 

 was a tradition that trains had once been run 

 upon each, but many bridges had had to be re- 

 built to make the short line to Columbus passa- 

 ble, and the rest was ruin ; for Forrest had been 

 there with his cavalry. 



The land was just so much raised above the 

 broad swamp of Northwestern Tennessee that 

 whiskey with men to drink it, and a Methodist 

 Church South with people to attend it, were pos- 

 sible. With these meagre facilities for life, and 



