day a squad of officers who had been in Savannah
were marched into the jail yard.
From our quarters on the upper balcony we could see them but were not allowed to talk.
I recognized Lieutenant McGinnis
, also Capt. C. W. Hastings
of the 12th Massachusetts, Capt. G. W. Creasey
of the 35th, Lieutenants Cross
of the 59th, besides several others who had been comrades at Macon
They remained a few days, then were sent to other prisons.
I wrote a note to McGinnis
, tied it to a stone and threw it over the wall.
This was in violation of my parole, but I could not help that.
One day about a thousand of our men came into the jail yard from Andersonville
It is impossible to describe their condition; they were nearly naked, their skins were as dark as Indians and dried to their bones.
Sergt. Daniel Corrigan
of Company E was with them.
It was a long time before I could recognize him; he had no shirt and I could see that he was much emaciated, but he walked about, and I was sure that if any one got a ration Corrigan
would, as he was the best forager in the regiment.
I did not close my eyes to sleep that night, the coughing of the men in the yard preventing it. They remained but one day, then were taken to the fair ground.
Negroes passed the prison nearly every day on the way to Fort Sumter
to restore the works which were being knocked to pieces by our batteries and gun-boats.
They were collected from the plantations in the country and were a frightened looking set. They knew that their chances for life were small, and they sang mournful songs as they marched along.
The greatest trouble I had was cooking.
I had no special qualification for that work, and could not boil dish-water without