So I took the stump and held it until daylight.
Another draft was made upon the old man for breakfast, and we continued the march.
The citizens along the route were very bitter, and at times the guards had hard work to protect us. Women came out with revolvers, looking for the Yanks who had broken open their trunks.
Although our guards were very kind to us they did not take so kindly to Sherman
's men. While in a ravine they halted us, and proposed to strip us. Frank and I protested.
They said, “These men have robbed our people and ought to be punished.”
We told them they would get enough when they arrived at the prison, and that it was too cheap business for gentlemen, as they had proved themselves to be. This aroused their pride, and they let the boys march on.
the citizens were determined to kill us. One old man struck a boy over the head with a hickory cane, breaking the cane in two.
It looked as though we should have a hard time, but the guards stood by us, and declared they would shoot the next one who struck us. The women were worse than the men, and could hardly keep from scratching our eyes out. All were going to die in the last ditch, live in the mountains, walk to Europe
, or do anything except live in the same country with Yankees.
We were called every name that was bad. One woman said the Yankees
were so mean that when they went through the town they stole a woman's false teeth.
It was suggested that if she had kept her mouth shut they would not have known she had false teeth.
The guards laughed, and the woman jumped up and down, mad way through.
She was about as angry with the guards as with us.