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r in the crowd. I was alone! My comrades had left me to die! Blinded by my tears, and sick through the intensity of my feelings, I reached our tent-my tent, now-and lay down. Our talk of home had given me the blues. I could see nothing but darkness and sorrow, misery and death! I was unreasonable-mad at everything and everybody, because I could not get out. Like Job's wife, I was ready to curse God and die. But I got over it in a day or two. How do we get down and up under the trials and disappointments of life? Who can tell? The prisoners were taken to Vicksburg, Mississippi, for exchange. There was one train-load taken after the one that took my comrades. Then came word that Wilson's Cavalry (U. S.) had raided through Mississippi and Alabama, and destroyed the railroad over which they were shipping the prisoners, so the exchange was stopped. About eight thousand came from Blackshear-and about four thousand remained when Wilson's raid stopped the exchange.
Chapter 21: our last prison. The exchange stopped. Wilson's raid. new hope. stocks. a Hasty move. another plan to escape. great excitement among the rebs. rebel lies. corralled for the last time For two weeks after the exchange was stopped, our excitement was kept at white heat by rumors of Wilson's raid. At first, he was in Mississippi; next we heard rumors of his movements in Alabama. He was coming toward us, and we began to feel confident that instead of being exchanged we would be released. This filled us with hope and put us in fine spirits. The whole camp seemed cheerful, and confident that we would soon get out, in some way. After my chums left me I went into partnership with Bob Mc-, a man who belonged to the same company that I did. He was captured at Chicamauga, in September, 1863; was taken to Richmond, spent the winter on Belle Isle; was taken from there to Danville, Va., and thence to Andersonville. He stood seventeen months of prison life