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The Atlanta (Georgia) Campaign: May 1 - September 8, 1864., Part I: General Report. (ed. Maj. George B. Davis, Mr. Leslie J. Perry, Mr. Joseph W. Kirkley) 1,463 127 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 1,378 372 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 9. (ed. Frank Moore) 810 42 Browse Search
John Bell Hood., Advance and Retreat: Personal Experiences in the United States and Confederate Armies 606 8 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 11. (ed. Frank Moore) 565 25 Browse Search
William Tecumseh Sherman, Memoirs of General William T. Sherman . 473 17 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 3: The Decisive Battles. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 373 5 Browse Search
Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War. Volume 4. 372 0 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 3. 277 1 Browse Search
William F. Fox, Lt. Col. U. S. V., Regimental Losses in the American Civil War, 1861-1865: A Treatise on the extent and nature of the mortuary losses in the Union regiments, with full and exhaustive statistics compiled from the official records on file in the state military bureaus and at Washington 232 78 Browse Search
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Chapter 1: the raid. Sherman in front of Atlanta. the raid. sleepy guards. pontoon boats. rebel camp Surrenders. in the enemy's land. Palmetto in Ashes. a running fight While Sherman's army lay in front of Atlanta, he determined to send his cavalry on a raid to the enemy's rear, to destroy their railroad comAtlanta, he determined to send his cavalry on a raid to the enemy's rear, to destroy their railroad communication. So, on July 27th, 1864, General Stoneman moved eastward to pass around the flank of the rebel army, and General Ed. McCook, at the same time, started to pass around the left. McCook's command numbered about 2,000 men, well mounted and equipped, of which the writer was one. We all knew the nature of the mission nt railroad. When we left the river, after seeing our bridge taken out on the other side, we recognized that we were no longer a part of the great army before Atlanta, but a detached brigade in the enemy's land, with a powerful army between us and our campground. The news of the raid would spread like a prairie fire; we would
had escaped. They kept adding to our numbers till night, and by that time a majority of the command that left Sherman's lines four days before was in the hands of the enemy. And what added to the bitterness of our capture was that we felt that it was due to the incompetence of our leader. They kept us at Newman that night and the next day while they mended the railroad at Palmetto. As soon as they could get a train through they moved us to East Point, a junction only 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 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 railroad station what t
Chapter 7: wrecked. Longing for news. nothing reliable could be heard from the rebels. Atlanta gone to--. moving prisoners. False reports about exchange. going out on a dead man's name. crowded into cars like Stock. wrecked , Post number thirteen, twelve o'clock, and here's your mule. It was by this means that we first heard of the fall of Atlanta. For two weeks, we Western troops had been full of feverish excitement. That long ago we had read in the Atlanta paperall was started, and ran 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 allound 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
in those days, sanguin. Tell the Temperance Reformer to go on with his crusade. May God speed him in his efforts. He is right — it was vile stuff. Our host knew it, but he apologized by saying that the accursed Yankee blockade had cut off his supply of old Kentucky Bourbon, and he offered us the best he had. He then led us and our guard out to breakfast. It had been a long, long time since Tom or I had sat at table with ladies. Even in our lines, in campaign from Chattanooga to Atlanta, we had no such privileges. As we entered the dining room the host gave us some sort of a general introduction to three ladies-his wife and daughters. It is fashionable for men to accuse the other sex of vanity; but we have our full share. When I looked across the table at those well-dressed ladies, and down at my tattered pants, and swollen, discolored feet, I felt bashful and awkward; and as I drew my blouse more closely about my neck and breast, the desire for giddy display so overca
'em hemp! Tom turned on him like the caged lion that he was: You'd hang 'em? I believe you. It's just your pluck! Hang two miserable, starved, sick prisoners! You're a brave! You never saw a real, live Yank. You coward! Go up to Atlanta and see them with the horns on. If you heard the Yanks were coming this way you'd run and hide! I give the substance of these speeches as well as I can. To report them in full would require the use of a good many words that are spelled ---- and the guard had him haul us. He was a kind man, and the first Southerner we had found who thought there was any possibility of Hood having made a mistake in his campaign. He freely admitted that he did not see the wisdom of leaving Sherman in Atlanta with sixty thousand men, and not even a decent skirmish line between him and the heart of Georgia. They were fools if they thought he would stay where they wanted him to, till Hood got ready to come back and whip him! Ah! how Tom and I e
of war! And I now record that resolution in these minutes. The blessings of this world are transient, and sooner or later we have to give them up. The Columbus jail was not an exception. About two hundred prisoners, captured by Hood at Atlanta, Georgia, were being forwarded to prison by way of Columbus. When they arrived, our jailer was ordered to put us with them. We were taken out of jail in the evening, and put with the other prisoners, who were corralled on a vacant lot and closeling we were loaded on a train of flat cars and taken to Macon. Tom was feeling well, and my feet were in a fair way to recover. Hood was about Chattanooga, so we decided that if we run that night we would jump off, and aim to go straight to Atlanta. The reader may try to imagine our disappoint when, instead of going on, they took us off the cars at Macon, and again put us in camp. We saw that they did not intend to travel by night, so we tried to think of some way to run the guard. W