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John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 17: (search)
was such a contrast between it and the old jail in which we had been immured, that we thought it very fine indeed. We lay down till morning, and when we arose, we found ourselves in company with General Prentiss and General Crittenden, togegether with two hundred and sixteen other officers of various grades. Here also I met with my old prison companions, Lieutenants Todd, Stokes, Hollingsworth, and Winslow-all clergymen like myself-Lieutenant-Colonel Adams, Majors Crockett, Chandler, McCormick and Studman. I soon formed an agreeable acquaintance with General Prentiss, who was taken prisoner on Sunday, April 6th, 1862, at Shiloh. It had generally been reported that the General had surrendered early in the morning; but this was false, for I now learned that he did not give up until five o'clock in the afternoon, thus holding at least five or six times his own number in check the whole of that dreadful day. Without doubt, history will do the gallant hero justice; for on that bloo
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 18: (search)
his occurrence, as I was walking in the yard, a negro, who worked in the prison, slyly pulled me as I was passing him, and exclaimed in an under-tone: All us darkies gwine to be free, yah! yah! What? asked I, taking care to avoid being seen by the guards. Why, all us nigs gwine to be free, yah! yah! gin us yer coat, massa! I fully understood this coat business, as the reader must be aware from an explanation previously given, but, as I had no coat myself, I went to Captain McCormick, my messmate, and got his. It very fortunately had a long rip in the right sleeve. Here, nigger, cried I, in loud tones, can't you get this coat mended? Mended! exclaimed, the intelligent fellow, in assumed tones of wrath, intended for the guards. I wish dar wus no Yankees! dere more bodder den dar wuff! good deal! Go get it mended for him, you black skunk! exclaimed one of the guard, and make him pay well for't. Dat's jes what dis yere nigger'll do, I golly! The