t, they did it without scruple or mercy.
The responsibility of the lives lost at Andersonville rests, since July, 1864, on General Meredith, Commissary-General of Prisoners, and (chiefly) on Edwin M. Stanton, Secretary of War.
No one of sound head or heart would now hold the Northern people responsible for these things.
The blood is on the skirts of their then rulers; and neither Mr. Garfield nor Mr. Blaine can change the record.
I never heard that there was any particular suffering at Libby or Belle Isle, and do not believe there was. Crowded prisons are not comfortable places, as our poor fellows found at Fort Delaware, Johnson's Island, &c.
I have at this late day no means of refreshing my memory in regard to the general orders on the subject of prison treatment, but this as a general fact I do know, that Mr. Davis' humanity was considered to be a stronger sentiment with him than public justice, and it was a common remark that no soldier capitally convicted was ever execut
Colonel Gus Wood called this afternoon.
He is one of those who were captured on the railroad train near Lavergne, 10th of last April, and has returned to camp via Tullahoma, Chattanooga, and Richmond.
He says the rebel troops are in good condition and good spirits; thinks there is an immense force in our front, and that it would not be advisable to advance.
The enlisted men of the Third are at Annapolis, Maryland, and will soon be at Camp Chase, Ohio.
The officers are in Libby.
The box of cigars presented to me by my old friend, W. H. Marvin, still holds out. Whenever I am in a great straight for a smoke I try one; but I have not yet succeeded in finding a good one.
I affect to be very liberal, and pass the box around freely; but all who have tried the cigars once insist that they do not smoke.
They will probably last to the end of the war.
The privates of the Eighty-eighth Indiana presented a two-hundred-dollar sword to Colonel Humphreys, and