he would pick raw corn out of the dirt by the railroad track and try to eat it. We gave them everything we had. I took my only shirt from my back and threw it to them; others did the same.
The rebels allowed us to mingle with them, and with tears streaming down our cheeks we did what we could.
and I were looking for our men, when we found one named Thompson
, of his company.
He was a noble fellow, one of the largest men in the regiment; the only clothing he had on was part of a shirt and that was covered with vermin; he had lost his sight and was almost gone; he died while we were with him. I took a little fellow in my arms and carried him across the street; he could not have been over sixteen years old, and did not weigh more than fifty pounds; he died just as I laid him down.
The men were marched to a camp, and the route was strewn with dead and dying.
The citizens gathered around, but I saw or heard no expressions of sympathy.
One of our officers said, “My time is out, but all I ask is a chance to once more take the field; I would try and get square.”
A rebel officer heard him, and replied, “You are just the man I would like to meet.”
Our officer stepped out and said, “Here I am, I have been more than a year in prison, but I will whip you or any other rebel you can furnish.”
The rebel sneaked away, and said he would not disgrace himself by fighting a Yankee except in battle.
We wished he had given our man a chance.
We were again ordered on board the cars, and it was reported that we were going to Richmond
We went as far as Raleigh
, where we halted, left the train and marched to an old camp.
There were a few houses standing, but not