but the guard, thinking that he was a citizen, said, “You get out of the ranks,” and he got. Assisted by his friends he was soon passed through the lines, and we afterwards heard from him with Sheridan
in the Shenandoah valley.
Arriving at the depot, we were placed in box cars, and, as usual on the southern railroads, the train ran off the track in a half-hour after we started, which delayed us several hours.
The night was dark and rainy, and several escaped, among them Lieutenant Parker
of the 1st Vermont heavy artillery.
He was pursued by bloodhounds, and when we arrived at Columbia
was brought in so terribly torn and bitten by them that he died before night.