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The Daily Dispatch: September 19, 1864., [Electronic resource], The cruise of the "Tallahassee." (search)
asked why they forsook their vessels, they replied they were afraid we would kill them all. Indeed, they were very badly frightened, and hardly one out of a dozen men was able to talk intelligibly. The schooners were the D. Ellis and Diadem, of Harwick, Massachusetts, returning from a fishing trip in the Bay of Chaleur. Such a pack of cowards I never saw — some were crying and asking if they were to be killed, or what was to be done with them. All disclaimed any connection with the war, and eir declarations. They were Methodist Protestants, and boasted of their piety. One said, "I hope God may strike me dead if I ever had anything to do with the war." "But," said I, "you carried a torch in that Black Republican procession in Harwick. How came that?" "Ye — yes," he stammered, "but I didn't mean anything by it." He told the truth, because he was too much confused to tell a lie. The prisoners were paroled and told to get in their boats and make a straight cours
The Daily Dispatch: September 19, 1864., [Electronic resource], [Second week.] (search)
asked why they forsook their vessels, they replied they were afraid we would kill them all. Indeed, they were very badly frightened, and hardly one out of a dozen men was able to talk intelligibly. The schooners were the D. Ellis and Diadem, of Harwick, Massachusetts, returning from a fishing trip in the Bay of Chaleur. Such a pack of cowards I never saw — some were crying and asking if they were to be killed, or what was to be done with them. All disclaimed any connection with the war, and eir declarations. They were Methodist Protestants, and boasted of their piety. One said, "I hope God may strike me dead if I ever had anything to do with the war." "But," said I, "you carried a torch in that Black Republican procession in Harwick. How came that?" "Ye — yes," he stammered, "but I didn't mean anything by it." He told the truth, because he was too much confused to tell a lie. The prisoners were paroled and told to get in their boats and make a straight cours