Freedom Bears LbNA #77209
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Add Location| Owner: | The Goodwin Guild
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| Plant date: | Jan 3, 2025 |
| Location: | Chickamauga Battlefield |
| City: | Chickamauga |
| County: | Walker |
| State: | Georgia |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | Not yet found! |
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| Last found: | N/A |
| Last edited: | Jan 3, 2025 |
Dear Seekers of Memory and Adventure,
I write this missive from a soldier’s perch upon the banks of time, recounting my days amidst the tumult of cannon fire and cries of valor. This field, hallowed by sacrifice, holds stories whispered only to those willing to walk where we trod and see what we saw. I leave you now a trail of remembrance, marked by the lives of men and the wild creatures who shared our world.
Begin your journey at Glenn Field, where the grass still bends beneath the tread of stories untold. As you stand there, know that I once watched the rise of the sun over these plains, its golden light revealing the smoke of the battle that lay ahead. The fear was thick that morning, but it was the strangest of companions that caught my eye—a family of bears, their forms bold against the crimson streaks of dawn.
From Glenn Field, take the path that winds eastward, your footsteps steady as you rise toward the Wilder Tower. Keep to the wooded trail, for the bears took this same route, seeking refuge as cannon roared in the distance. Their movements were a mirror to our own, a desperate search for safety amidst the chaos of war.
As you ascend, the forest will tighten around you, the trees closing ranks as if to shield the secrets of what passed here. I followed those bears that day, marveling at their tenacity. A great mother led her cubs with a strength I have seen only in the fiercest of soldiers, her broad back unwavering as they clambered over root and stone.
The Wilder Tower rose before us, an outpost of solace amidst the madness. The bears disappeared into its shadow, and I too sought its sanctuary. Here, atop the battlefield, the world fell silent, save for the echo of our hearts and the distant cry of war.
Now, dear searcher, your journey nears its end. As you reach the base of the Wilder Tower, let your eyes wander to the stone steps that climb its height. Beneath the first of these steps, tucked in a crevice where earth meets stone, you shall find the letterbox I leave for you. It lies hidden, a testament to the lives that passed through this place—both human and beast.
As you uncover it, think of the bears who found safety here and the soldiers who dreamed of peace. Carry forth their stories, for memory is the only true immortality.
Yours in remembrance,
Private J.R. “Johnny” Calloway
Co. F, 1st Confederate Infantry
March 1863
I write this missive from a soldier’s perch upon the banks of time, recounting my days amidst the tumult of cannon fire and cries of valor. This field, hallowed by sacrifice, holds stories whispered only to those willing to walk where we trod and see what we saw. I leave you now a trail of remembrance, marked by the lives of men and the wild creatures who shared our world.
Begin your journey at Glenn Field, where the grass still bends beneath the tread of stories untold. As you stand there, know that I once watched the rise of the sun over these plains, its golden light revealing the smoke of the battle that lay ahead. The fear was thick that morning, but it was the strangest of companions that caught my eye—a family of bears, their forms bold against the crimson streaks of dawn.
From Glenn Field, take the path that winds eastward, your footsteps steady as you rise toward the Wilder Tower. Keep to the wooded trail, for the bears took this same route, seeking refuge as cannon roared in the distance. Their movements were a mirror to our own, a desperate search for safety amidst the chaos of war.
As you ascend, the forest will tighten around you, the trees closing ranks as if to shield the secrets of what passed here. I followed those bears that day, marveling at their tenacity. A great mother led her cubs with a strength I have seen only in the fiercest of soldiers, her broad back unwavering as they clambered over root and stone.
The Wilder Tower rose before us, an outpost of solace amidst the madness. The bears disappeared into its shadow, and I too sought its sanctuary. Here, atop the battlefield, the world fell silent, save for the echo of our hearts and the distant cry of war.
Now, dear searcher, your journey nears its end. As you reach the base of the Wilder Tower, let your eyes wander to the stone steps that climb its height. Beneath the first of these steps, tucked in a crevice where earth meets stone, you shall find the letterbox I leave for you. It lies hidden, a testament to the lives that passed through this place—both human and beast.
As you uncover it, think of the bears who found safety here and the soldiers who dreamed of peace. Carry forth their stories, for memory is the only true immortality.
Yours in remembrance,
Private J.R. “Johnny” Calloway
Co. F, 1st Confederate Infantry
March 1863