But for some reason they left me a blanket and Martin a piece of canvas.
Of the six hundred that were pur Rebel prisoners in the hands of General Sherman.
Martin and I were among them; but when we arrived at the pkily, about dark it began to rain; in the darkness, Martin and I had got separated.
I had watched two guards ew moments come into a clear country.
I called for Martin, but got no reply.
I gave my blanket to a member of Company E beside me, requesting him to give it to Martin; told him of my intention, and walked between the texchange, dated Annapolis, December 5, 1864:—
Martin, being lame, fell back to the rear.
White made his escape.
The next morning the sick, Martin among them, were detached and put into the cars, reached Macon, whiving on the 3d. One of the boys, having room, took Martin into his shanty.
There was soon an opportunity offin all.
We all did everything in our power for Martin, but he seemed to fail very fast, for no medicine o