we remained several weeks, with light rations, and then were carried to Fort Delaware. From this place we were taken on the 20th of August, 1864, and carried to a large ocean steamer, Crescent City, then lying in the bay below the breakwater. We sailed the next day for parts unknown, but still believing we were going to be exchanged. During the voyage we ran aground on Cape Romain, off the coast of South Carolina, when a large lot of coal had to be thrown off to lighten the ship, before sailing again. While stranded, a large gunboat came in sight and created great commotion among the officers and guard of the boat. They were apprehensive that an attempt would be made for our release, but there was no demonstration of that kind. After sailing again, nearly all of us were placed in the hull of the boat and guarded more rigidly. We were kept out of sight of land for two weeks or more, and finally landed at Morris Island, S. C. This was on the 7th of September, and the first intimation we had of our destination. Several officers knew the place, and all were soon informed. Our treatment on board the steamer was very rough, with scanty rations and brackish water. An officer died on the way and was given a burial at sea. After landing at Morris Island we were placed under fire of our own guns in front of a Federal battery, which was shelled from Fort Sumter. The first evening and night the shelling was very heavy but none of us were killed. It seemed our guns got the range and fired over us. One morning while Captain Findley, of Virginia (now a preacher in Augusta county), J. E. Cobb, H. Coffry and myself were in our small tent just after Captain Findley had read a chapter in a Bible, which I now have and in which I placed all the notes of all my travels, a large shell fell right at our feet and covered us all with sand, but fortunately did not explode nor break up our accustomed worship. We were guarded by negro troops commanded by Colonel Hallowell, who was a heartless man, and under him the most cruel treatment was experienced. We were not allowed any privileges, and often fired into by the guards for the most trivial offence and several men were wounded. There was a plan on foot to tunnel out and make our escape, but the equinoctial storm flooded our work and it caved in. Another attempt was made by digging out, but our scheme was reported to
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The career of Wise 's Brigade , 1861 - 5 .
Sergeant Smith Prentiss and his career.
James Louis Petigru ,
The charge of the Crater .
General T. J. ( Stonewall ) Jackson , Confederate States army.
The Signal service Corps. [ Sunday news , Charleston, S. C. , May 2 , 1897 .]
Drewry's Bluff .
Malvern Hill — July 1 , 1862 .
A horror of the war. [from the Richmond, Va. , times, March 14 , 1897 .]
The Cumberland Grays, Company D , Twenty-first Virginia Infantry .
The private soldier of the C. S. Army , and as Exemplified by the Representation from North Carolina .
Incidents in the remarkable career of the great soldier.
General Raleigh E. Colston , C. S. Army .
Six hundred gallant Confederate officers on Morris Island, S. C. , in reach of Confederate guns.
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