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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 3 1 Browse Search
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ough Port Gibson, reached on the same evening the place where the ambulances had been captured, which was at Oakland College, near Rodney. It was forty miles from Rock Spring, the startingpoint of the expedition. There they drove in the enemy's pickets and pursued them for some time. But ascertaining that the enemy, in much superior force, were about surrounding them, they immediately took about ten prominent citizens prisoners as hostages and retreated. The prisoners included Dr. William L. Breckinridge, the President of the college, and his two sons. One of these was John Breckinridge, who a few years ago had a duel with one Leavenworth, of New-York, in Canada, whom he wounded, and at a later time, while editing the Courier in New-Orleans, had another duel with Nixon, the editor of the Crescent, and in which Breckinridge was wounded. The detachment then fell back toward Port Gibsor with the prisoners, traversing a broken country in the night, and skirmishing with the enemy a
is right, said the Quaker, I am. Well, did you vote for Lincoln? Thee is right; I did vote for Abraham. Well, what are you? Thee may naturally suppose that I am a Union man. Cannot thee let me go to my home? Yes, yes; go and take care of the old woman, said secesh. The other prisoner was taken along with them, but not relishing the summary manner in which the Quaker was disposed of, said: What do you let him go for? He is a black Abolitionist. Now, look here, I voted for Breckinridge, and have always been opposed to the war. I am opposed to fighting the South, decidedly. You are, said secesh; you are what they call around here a Copperhead, an't you? Yes, yes, said the Butternut, insinuatingly; that's what all my neighbors call me, and they know I an't with them. Come here, Dave! hallooed secesh. There's a Butternut. Just come and look at him. Look here, old man, where do you live? We want what horses you have got to spare, and if you have got any green