burst into tears.
We had travelled that day fifteen miles, all weak from insufficient food, besides many barefooted and sick.
While going towards freedom we cared little, so that we could walk, but now we had a night's march before us without hope to buoy us up.
Luckily, about dark it began to rain; in the darkness, Martin and I had got separated.
I had watched two guards who were marching farther apart than five paces, as required by their orders.
I saw there was a chance for escape.
We were in a thick wood, but would in a few moments come into a clear country.
I called for Martin, but got no reply.
I gave my blanket to a member of Company E beside me, requesting him to give it to Martin; told him of my intention, and walked between the two separate guards and was free.
The subsequent events of his unhappy experience are related in the following extract from a letter written by Mr. Lot H. Carley
after his exchange, dated Annapolis
, December 5, 1864:—
Martin, being lame, fell back to the rear.
White made his escape.
The next morning the sick, Martin among them, were detached and put into the cars, reached Macon, where they remained two days, then started for Savannah.
When about twenty-five miles from Macon he jumped from the car. The guard supposed he was falling, and attempted to catch him; he did get hold of him, which eased his fall very much; but as it was, he injured one leg badly by spraining his knee-joint.
The guard on the top of the cars fired at him, but without effect.
He started off into the woods and swamps, sometimes in water up to his knees, subsisting wholly upon green corn and such vegetables as he could find, for five days, when he found his strength was failing, and concluded he could never get into our lines; he therefore went to a house, and gave himself up as a prisoner.
He was taken back to Camp Sumter, where he remained about twenty-four hours, when he was again started for Savannah on the 1st of October, arriving on the 3d. One of the boys, having room, took Martin into his shanty.
There was soon an opportunity offered him of going into the hospital; but he concluded that the stockade was as good, if not better, than the hospital, and he preferred staying with those he knew.
He seemed to hold his own very well, and perhaps improved a little while we remained at Savannah.
I left Savannah on the 11th of October, and arrived at Camp Lawton, near Millen, Georgia, the same day.