and he was taken by the rebels from the hands of our men more dead than alive.
He never came inside again.
Several of these tunnels caved in upon the men when in them, and numbers were killed; although many got out this way, few escaped to our lines.
kept a large pack of bloodhounds, which tracked our boys ere they could get far. When caught, they were kept outside in what was called the chain gang.
Their wrists would all be chained together, and each dragged a ball and chain; when one went they all went, and all took step together; few survived the treatment long.
was composed of two long, sloping hills; at the very foot of these, and in the centre of the camp, was a brook.
When we entered, scraggy trees and poisonous vines completely filled the brook, and it could be called nothing but a bog; but in time, as the woods grew scarce, the men dug out these trees, vines, and even the small roots, several feet under ground, and after much work made a canal of it, about twenty feet wide, and in dry time about six inches deep.
The brigade of rebels who guarded us were in camp just outside the stockade, on a hill sloping down to this brook.
They washed all their clothes and bathed in it, and we were obliged to drink the dirty water; it produced a great deal of sickness and death.
The men protested to Wirtz
, but in vain; and it was a common remark of the rebels to us that, the more they could kill in this and other ways, the less they would have to feed and fight.
Often at roll-call many of the men were so sick and weak that they could not stand, and would sit on the ground, and often have I seen that beast Wirtz
walk up and kick them like dogs.
always wore a belt; in it he carried two large revolvers.
Once when I was sick and had eaten nothing for several days, one morning at roll-call, it being very warm, I was unable to stand, and sat in the rank.
came up near me, and, drawing a revolver from his belt, said: ‘If that Yank
don't stand up in the rank, I'll put fire to him.’
The men on each side of me quickly raised me up and held me until Wirtz
passed out. As time passed on, the rations grew small.
The more prisoners, the worse the