Browsing named entities in Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities. You can also browse the collection for Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) or search for Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) in all documents.

Your search returned 43 results in 17 document sections:

1 2
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 3: taken to Andersonville (search)
Chapter 3: taken to Andersonville Robbed. Traded hats. a rebel woman. Stored in a cotton warehouse. taken to Andersonville. Sumter prison. the stockade There were fifty or sixty of us together when captured in the edge of the sAndersonville. Sumter prison. the stockade There were fifty or sixty of us together when captured in the edge of the swamp. After disarming us we were taken a short distance to a road. Here we were halted and guarded, while the rebs scoured the woods and continued the pursuit. The report of firearms was heard far and near, and every little while a squad of prisoly six miles from Atlanta. Here we lay one night and day, in hearing of Sherman's guns. From there we were taken to Andersonville, arriving there about noon, August 26. Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it Andersonville is a small town on the Macon & S. W. R. R. At that time it did not contain over a dozen houses, and most of these were poor shanties. There were only two or three respectable residences. There was one store, kept in part of the depot building, and a cotton warehouse. The cotton warehouse is to a Georgia
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 4: stripped and turned in. (search)
Chapter 4: stripped and turned in. Arrival at Andersonville. a warning. hiding Valuables. old Wirtz . stripped, searched, robbed and turned in. the dead line. how we obtained thread In my last I gave you a general description of the Andersonville pen. The guard who took us from East Point to the prison were Tennessee soldiers-Ninth Tennessee Infantry, I think. They were old soldiers, and they treated us well. I noticed while in the army, and have marked it since, the stakes marked the boundary between life and death; for if any one crossed the line, he was shot without warning. This leads me to make a remark on the dead-lines, which were common to all Southern prisons. Sometimes this line was as at Andersonville, within a stockade, and the guard were stationed upon the wall upon the alert to pick off any unfortunate who was so incautious as to step over. In some cases the prisons were temporary, and had not even a stockade. A rope was drawn; and if
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 6: Providence. (search)
e that of the thirteen thousand buried in that old field, there will be one who will at last arise justified through Christ. And suppose that the judgment shall be as Jesus described it. If so, of all the ministers in Georgia, accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, I was sick and in prison and ye visited me, and that one is a Catholic. Protestant churches may warn us of the danger of the Papal power, but till some of us learn this lesson of visiting the prisons, the hospitals, the plague-stricken and the outcast, we will never lead the masses away from Catholicism. During August we had several thunder showers. But there is one that in Andersonville history will always stand alone as eminently the storm. About the last of the month (I had no way to keep dates and can't remember them exactly), it came up suddenly, about midday, accompanied by vivid lightning and loud thunder, and a rain-fall such as is called the bursting of a water-spout. With t
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 7: wrecked. (search)
an three posts as usual; but the next was called: P-o-ost numbah f-o-a-h, nine o'clock, and Atlanta's gone to-! For one instant the camp was still. In the next, Did you hear that? Then they cheered. Men got up all over the camp to discuss the news. The midnight call went round long before the camp got quiet again. What if we were hungry, ragged, filthy, and vermin-eaten?-we could be glad. Atlanta was gone! Early in September the rebs began to move prisoners away from Andersonville. They told us that they were taking us to Charleston to exchange us. But they had told us so many lies of that kind that most of the prisoners did not believe them. They took out two or three train-loads per week. Four or five train-loads had already gone, when one day Jess M---- (a kinsman of mine) came to me and said that his ninety was ordered to be ready to go out that afternoon; and that I could go out with him, on a dead man's name, if I wanted to. I did not believe the
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 8: plans of escape. (search)
Chapter 8: plans of escape. Taken back to the pen. plans of escape. Tunnels. bloodhounds. poor drummer boy. our plan Rebels and Yanks worked together till the wounded were all out of the wreck, which was probably about midnight. We did not get all the dead out till daylight next morning. A construction train came down next morning, unloaded its gang of men, took up the wounded, and returned to Andersonville. It returned about noon, and after getting the debris out of the way, and getting all the cars that could be run on the track, they took us back to the pen. One of the smashed cars was covered with a tin roof, of which I secured a piece about 20x24 inches, and after getting into prison, I made me a nice pan, by turning up about four inches all around. It proved to be a very valuable piece of property after we began to draw our rations. When the train came back after taking the wounded, they brought the bloodhounds and took a circuit around the wr
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 11: bloodhounds. (search)
ile of rags. a new trouble. almost starved. starve or Steal. hopes Growing brighter. a familiar sound. caught by bloodhounds. rather die than go back to Andersonville We crossed Flint River, turned the boat loose, for fear of being tracked from it by hounds, struggled up the bank, and toiled through a dense thicket. The to all rush into my heart-my heart into my throat. I shuddered, and turned sick. I had heard that sound before. It was often borne to our ears as we lay in Andersonville; especially on the day after the tunnel was opened. I looked at Tom. He had not changed his position, but his great black eyes were glaring at me with a wiise much better than we. To us it was terrible. All our risk, our toil, our suffering, had come to nothing. When we learned that we would be sent back to Andersonville, Tom begged the guard to shoot him, and end his misery at once. I felt very much as Tom did. Neither of us thought that we could live through the winter in
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 12: wanted-a shirt. (search)
hem we denied, some we could defend, and some we couldn't. They said we could never whip them in the world. We said the United States would govern the country or make a wilderness of it, and we didn't care which. We spoke bitterly of Andersonville, and told them-and we thought so then-that we could not live through the coming winter if they sent us back there, and we hoped our Government would retaliate. That if we could be sure that for every man who languished in Andersonville one wAndersonville one would freeze in Camp Douglass, we would go and bravely die and rot there. We were not a bit excited. Only earnest and warm. Maybe it was the sanguin juice. One standard subject for hard feeling in those days was the enlistment of the negro into the army. It was seldom that we ever got into a discussion with the rebels that they did not refer to that. One of the soldiers present said: Yo Gove'ment thinks you-alls no bettah than niggahs, foh it puts niggahs in yo ahmy, --and he looked at
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 13: Jailed. (search)
e man. He crossed the room to the other desk, and again began his statement. The clerk spoke in a haughty, disdainful manner- Where did you get these men? Capt.----caught them near-- . Where did they come from? They say, from Andersonville. Too many men get out of Andersonville, as though the guard could help it. He then turned and looked at us with as much contempt in his glance as a hotel clerk would give to a Congressman, and asked: How did you get out? We cliAndersonville, as though the guard could help it. He then turned and looked at us with as much contempt in his glance as a hotel clerk would give to a Congressman, and asked: How did you get out? We climbed out on a grape-vine. He wrote a little note and handed it to the guard. Take these men to jail, and give that to the jailer. So we went to jail in the city of Columbus, Georgia. We were criminals! Our crime was believing in the Government of the United States, and being willing to defend its flag.
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 14: camp Lawton. (search)
ad established a new prison, called by them, Camp Lawton, but known to us as the Millen prison. This prison was built on the same general plan as the one at Andersonville, but it was much better every way. It was a stockade pen, enclosing about twenty-five acres. Wall, sentry-boxes, and dead-line as at Andersonville. The waAndersonville. The water was clear and comparatively pure, as there was no camp on the creek above the pen. The trees along this creek were left for shade, making probably three acres of timber. The creek went murmuring through this forest shade, following its own winding channel for about half the distance across the pen. From the middle of the pen on. A good bridge was built across the creek at the head of this straight part. The prisoners all stayed on the west side of the stream, and used the grove and the east side as a kind of public park or promenade. What would we not have given for such an addition to Andersonville, during those horrible hot days in August?
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 15: the Presidential election. (search)
Chapter 15: the Presidential election. False Promises of exchange. searching for acquaintances. Presidential election. the result Any one can see by my description of Camp Lawton, that it was a better place than Andersonville. Still it lacked a good deal of being a fit place in which to spend the winter. When Tom and I entered, about the first of November, 1864, there were about ten thousand men there. They were all corralled on the west side of the creek, and were without shelter, except such miserable apologies as we saw in Andersonville. Nearly all the men in the prison were from that horrid pen-taken out on promise of exchange, only to keep them docile and tractable till they could get them to a safer place. It is mean to raise hopes and dash them down, and the effect was plainly seen here in the large number in which hope was dead, and who were anxious to be dead literally, as the only way to escape from woes that had become unbearable. Tom
1 2