A soldier of Bates’ division of the confederate army, after the command had run two days from Nashville, had thrown away his gun and accoutrements, and alone in the woods, sat down and commenced thinking–the first chance be had for such a thing. Rolling up his sleeves, and looking at his legs and general physique, he thus gave vent to his feelings. “I am whipped, badly whipped, and somewhat demoralized, but no man can say I am scattered.”