lay and I were removed to Fortress Monroe, and there incarcerated in separate cells.
Not knowing that the government was at war with women and children, I asked that my family might be permitted to leave the ship and go to Richmond or Washington city, or to some place where they had acquaintances, but this was refused.
I then requested that they might be permitted to go abroad on one of the vessels lying at the Roads.
This was also denied; finally, I was informed that they must return to Savannah on the vessel by which we came.
This was an old transport ship, hardly seaworthy.
My last attempt was to get for them the privilege of stopping at Charleston, where they had many personal friends.
This also was refused—why, I did not then know, have not learned since, and am unwilling to make a supposition, as none could satisfactorily account for such an act of inhumanity.
My daily experience as a prisoner shed no softer light on the transaction, but served only to intensify my extreme