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Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
t of the depot building, and a cotton warehouse. The cotton warehouse is to a Georgia railroad station what the grain elevator is in Iowa. The town was built in a pine forest, many of the stumps and a few of the trees still remaining in the streets and yards, and the woods encroaching on it at almost every point. A little brook ran through the town, furnishing a natural sewer for its filth and offal. Just east of the village was the rebel camp of three or four thousand troops, mostly Georgia militia, composed of men too old and boys too young for field service. These were the prison guards. Still farther to the east, about half a mile from the station, was the pen, called by the rebs Sumter prison, but known all over the North as Andersonville Prison Pen. This pen was about fifty rods long and thirty-six wide. It lay across the same brook that ran through the village and the rebel camp. The stream ran to the east. It divided the pen into two parts, known to us as North
East Point (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
eing, What? You, too! I was in hopes you had escaped. They kept adding to our numbers till night, and by that time a majority of the command that left Sherman's lines four days before was in the hands of the enemy. And what added to the bitterness of our capture was that we felt that it was due to the incompetence of our leader. They kept us at Newman that night and the next day while they mended the railroad at Palmetto. As soon as they could get a train through they moved us to East Point, a junction only six miles from Atlanta. Here we lay one night and day, in hearing of Sherman's guns. From there we were taken to Andersonville, arriving there about noon, August 26. Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it did not contain over a dozen houses, and most of these were poor shanties. There were only two or three respectable residences. There was one store, kept in part of the depot building, and a cotton warehouse. The cotton warehous
Gulf of Mexico (search for this): chapter 4
tterly destroying our faith in the old maxim that it takes two to make a bargain. My boots were too small for any that tried them, and I was allowed to keep them; but my neat, soft felt hat of the Burnside pattern, was lifted off my head by a long-haired fellow, who gave me in exchange his C. S. regulation tile. Every old soldier remembers the old white hats that we found scattered over every battlefield and camp ground out of which we chased the Johnnies, from the Ohio River to the Gulf of Mexico. To the reader who was not in the Army I will say, the hat that I received was made of white wool, felted about a quarter of an inch thick, and when I got it, it was a light gray color, and was about the size and shape of an old washpan. I wore it to prison, and for many long mouths it served me for a shelter from the hot sun, for a cushion to sit on when the sand was too hot to be comfortable, and for a pillow at night. After sitting around in the rain all day, I think it would ha
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
Chapter 3: taken to Andersonville Robbed. Traded hats. a rebel woman. Stored in a cotton warehouse. taken to Andersonville. Sumter prison. the stockade There were fifty or sixty of us together when captured in the edge of the swamp. After disarming us we were taken a short distance to a road. Here we were halted and guarded, while the rebs scoured the woods and continued the pursuit. The report of firearms was heard far and near, and every little while a squad of prisoners would be added to our company, till we numbered over three hundred, when they started us toward Newman. By talking together we learned much of the extent of our disaster. We learned from some of Brownlow's men that he had crossed the Chattahoochee, swimming his horse; a few of his men got across with him, a number were shot in the river, and those who told me the story were captured on the east bank. This Col. Brownlow was a son of the famous old Parson of East Tennessee. He had a goo
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
ile a squad of prisoners would be added to our company, till we numbered over three hundred, when they started us toward Newman. By talking together we learned much of the extent of our disaster. We learned from some of Brownlow's men that he had crossed the Chattahoochee, swimming his horse; a few of his men got across with him, a number were shot in the river, and those who told me the story were captured on the east bank. This Col. Brownlow was a son of the famous old Parson of East Tennessee. He had a good deal of the Old Parson in him, and owing to certain deeds performed in former raids in his own country, he knew it was best for him to keep out of rebel hands. I was glad to learn afterwards that he succeeded in reaching our lines, much to their disappointment. The troops who were guarding us were Texans, and did not scruple to rob us of any private property that caught their eye. Our ponchos were in demand. Then they robbed most of us of our canteens. Of course we
Ohio (United States) (search for this): chapter 4
d boots with them, utterly destroying our faith in the old maxim that it takes two to make a bargain. My boots were too small for any that tried them, and I was allowed to keep them; but my neat, soft felt hat of the Burnside pattern, was lifted off my head by a long-haired fellow, who gave me in exchange his C. S. regulation tile. Every old soldier remembers the old white hats that we found scattered over every battlefield and camp ground out of which we chased the Johnnies, from the Ohio River to the Gulf of Mexico. To the reader who was not in the Army I will say, the hat that I received was made of white wool, felted about a quarter of an inch thick, and when I got it, it was a light gray color, and was about the size and shape of an old washpan. I wore it to prison, and for many long mouths it served me for a shelter from the hot sun, for a cushion to sit on when the sand was too hot to be comfortable, and for a pillow at night. After sitting around in the rain all day,
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
had escaped. They kept adding to our numbers till night, and by that time a majority of the command that left Sherman's lines four days before was in the hands of the enemy. And what added to the bitterness of our capture was that we felt that it was due to the incompetence of our leader. They kept us at Newman that night and the next day while they mended the railroad at Palmetto. As soon as they could get a train through they moved us to East Point, a junction only six miles from Atlanta. Here we lay one night and day, in hearing of Sherman's guns. From there we were taken to Andersonville, arriving there about noon, August 26. Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it did not contain over a dozen houses, and most of these were poor shanties. There were only two or three respectable residences. There was one store, kept in part of the depot building, and a cotton warehouse. The cotton warehouse is to a Georgia railroad station what t
Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
Chapter 3: taken to Andersonville Robbed. Traded hats. a rebel woman. Stored in a cotton warehouse. taken to Andersonville. Sumter prison. the stockade There were fifty or sixty of us together when captured in the edge of the sAndersonville. Sumter prison. the stockade There were fifty or sixty of us together when captured in the edge of the swamp. After disarming us we were taken a short distance to a road. Here we were halted and guarded, while the rebs scoured the woods and continued the pursuit. The report of firearms was heard far and near, and every little while a squad of prisoly six miles from Atlanta. Here we lay one night and day, in hearing of Sherman's guns. From there we were taken to Andersonville, arriving there about noon, August 26. Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it did not contain over a dozen houses, and most of these were poor shanties. There were only two or three respectable residences. There was one store, kept in part of the depot building, and a cotton warehouse. The cotton warehouse is to a Georgia
Iowa (Iowa, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
ht and day, in hearing of Sherman's guns. From there we were taken to Andersonville, arriving there about noon, August 26. Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it did not contain over a dozen houses, and most of these were poor shanties. There were only two or three respectable residences. There was one store, kept in part of the depot building, and a cotton warehouse. The cotton warehouse is to a Georgia railroad station what the grain elevator is in Iowa. The town was built in a pine forest, many of the stumps and a few of the trees still remaining in the streets and yards, and the woods encroaching on it at almost every point. A little brook ran through the town, furnishing a natural sewer for its filth and offal. Just east of the village was the rebel camp of three or four thousand troops, mostly Georgia militia, composed of men too old and boys too young for field service. These were the prison guards. Still farther to the east,
Palmetto (Florida, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
ur comrades already in. Our greetings were not joyous, the usual form being, What? You, too! I was in hopes you had escaped. They kept adding to our numbers till night, and by that time a majority of the command that left Sherman's lines four days before was in the hands of the enemy. And what added to the bitterness of our capture was that we felt that it was due to the incompetence of our leader. They kept us at Newman that night and the next day while they mended the railroad at Palmetto. As soon as they could get a train through they moved us to East Point, a junction only six miles from Atlanta. Here we lay one night and day, in hearing of Sherman's guns. From there we were taken to Andersonville, arriving there about noon, August 26. Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it did not contain over a dozen houses, and most of these were poor shanties. There were only two or three respectable residences. There was one store, kept in p
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