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John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 15: the escape. (search)
e in the negroes, and followed them to a house where we found a true Union man. His name was L. H. Packard, from Kent's Hill, Maine. He prepared supper and made us feel at home. Mr. Packard had livMr. Packard had lived in the south eight years, had been married, but his wife was dead, leaving two little girls, one five, the other seven years of age. His life had not been a happy one since the war, as he was resothe two whom I saw twenty-five years before in a trundle-bed in South Carolina. My good friend Packard died a few years ago in this State, having returned north soon after the war. His daughter remeso remembered the corps badge which her sister, who resides in Philadelphia, had. Our friend Packard sent one of the negroes with us as guide, armed with an old-fashioned horse pistol. He was apppeople were there, as it was owned by the man who owned and lived at the place where we found Mr. Packard, and this swamp plantation was in charge of the driver named Isaac. Our friend called him ou
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 16: the capture and return to Columbia. (search)
it, for the thing she sold me for a pie was a worse imitation of that article than the match paper was of Confederate money. At another place I bought a two-quart pail two-thirds full of ham fat, paying for it with one of the five dollar bills Packard gave us. We spent the entire day on the road, arriving at Columbia at seven o'clock in the evening, and were put in jail. We were not confined in a cell, but in a small room with a fireplace; we found a fire burning on the health, and went t being in the hospital were a roof to shelter him and his mush made thinner, called gruel. He only remained a week, as he chose to be with us. Christmas day came and we were anxious to celebrate in some way. I had held on to ten dollars that Packard gave me, as I feared we should require it for salt, but concluded to have a nice dinner, so I bought a squash and we feasted on boiled squash and salt. Soon after January 1 a chance was opened to get a little money. A man named Potter, claim