We are indebted to Anson Higley, Esq., of Elba, for the following letter written by his nephew, Corporal HENRY AMES, of Co. I, 66th Ohio Volunteers, giving a graphic account of the great Battle of Chattanooga.  He was under the gallant HOOKER, and very properly feels proud of the achievements of our brave soldiers.

Camp at the Foot of Lookout Mountain,
Dec. 2d, 1863.

  We left camp Nov. 23d, and got back yesterday. Our Division took Lookout Mountain November 24th. We charged up the side of the mountain, over one thousand feet, and drove the rebels before us. They were taken by surprise; we clambered up so fast that they had not time to get into line. We took one regiment prisoners before they could get to their arms which were stacked. We captured two thousand prisoners in all and six cannon.  I never dreaded a battle more than I did this, on account of having to charge up the mountain, for the rebels had all the advantage. We came upon them very sudden and flanked their fortifications completely. We had but few men wounded in this engagement. The enemies loss in killed and wounded was heavy.

    Nov. 25th we went down the mountain and moved to the right. The left wing of our army was fighting on Missionary Ridge. We moved so far to the right we came in around their left flank an cut off five thousand of their left wing. We came in rear of them so sudden, and charged upon them with such a terrific yell, that nearly all of them gave up without firing a gun. It was the nicest flank movement I was ever before engaged in. Our Division never lost a man. The whole rebel army was then on the run - for they were driven along the whole line. Night then came n and closed the scene of operations for the day.

    We went into camp for the night in the rebel quarters that they had left that morning. The morning of the 26th we took up our march after the flying rebels - we picked up hundreds of stragglers and a great many deserters - we marched till twelve o'clock at night before we came up to their rear guard and surprised them again. We gave them one volley of musketry, and they run and scattered like a "flock of blackbirds." We captured four brass cannon, eight wagons and the horses; that ended the day. We camped for the rest of the night, but started again early next morning; we had traveled about five miles when we came upon them again at a place by the name of Ringgold, in Georgia.  Just on the south side of the town is a high ridge called White-oak; the gap was opposite the town - here they made a stand in order to save their wagon trains. They held the gap with artillery an a heavy force on the top of the ridge. They threw up logs and stones on the top, which made a grand breast work for them.  Here our division came up and was ordered to charge the mountain - it was about five hundred feet high and very steep. We marched up in line of battle to the foot of the ridge, and then made a rush for the top - for the sooner we got up the better. The side was covered with rocks, brush and logs, and what was still worse, a shower of lead raining down upon us. But we did not mind either of them, for every one tried to see who would get there first. We had got within a hundred feet of the top when every man gave out and could go no further. The men then scattered and secured themselves behind trees, rocks and logs to save themselves. We lay there until our artillery came up and shelled them off.

    It was a foolish move of our Generals to send us up there without any artillery to shell them. Our loss in this engagement was quite heavy. Every man that was shot would roll nearly a  hundred feet before he would stop. The rebs had to fight hard to save their wagons, and finally burnt nearly all of them. Our Division remained at this place until all the wounded were taken away, and burnt nearly all the town, then came back to camp.

    All the people that could leave came back with us and have gone North. The women are all leaving wherever our army goes. I believe you wished to know where I would be Thanksgiving Day. You will see when you have read this that I was chasing the flying rebels from early morn till midnight.      But no more about the battle. I am well and hearty, and glad Old Bragg got a good whipping.

Corporal Henry Ames, Co.C,
66th Ohio Vol. Infantry.