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Chapter 7: Macon a Southern Unionist in the rebel army beneath a Georgia sun secession speech thoughts of home-political prisoners horrible place offer of the Gospel-Lieutenant A. P. Collins contemplated escape robes of blood! Pinning a Federal soldier to the ground. We were next taken to Macon, Georgia. Macon, Georgia. Traveling by night in box-cars, we had little opportunity to see the country. We were much annoyed on this trip by drunken, profane, and sleepy guards. Their cuffs and curses were almost too intolerable to be borne. On board the train, however, there was one companionable and intelligent gentleman. I regret that I cannot rI lay longing for the morning which came at last; and never did I greet the light of day more joyously than the 30th of May, 1862. This was my first night in Macon, Georgia, among the sick, dead, and dying. The place or pen thus used for a hospital, and the ground enclosing it, were of such limited dimensions, that the large num
old man understood the times. His knowledge of the war, with all its recent and important movements, was thorough and accurate, although he was careful and somewhat reticent, even in his communications to us. In order to test his professed knowledge of us, and to ascertain all we could relative to our pursuers, we plied him with various questions. Well, uncle, said we, I suppose you know we are running from the conscript? No, sah, I knows you is the Yankees what broke out oa jail at Macon, dat's what I knows. You're right, uncle. Now what do you know about this war? I doesn't know much about it, sah; only I knows dat dey say, if de Yankees whips, de darkies all be free, but if dese har rebels whips, den we be slaves. Which do you prefer should gain the day? Why, God bless you, massa! does you tink I's a fool? Course, I wants you to whip. You say they are hunting us; how many have they after us? I doesn't know jis zacly; but I knows dat tree men come to m
quence, the slaves had been removed into the interior of Georgia. Close by there were three hundred rice-farm hands encamped, who were in a starving condition, having been driven to the interior of the State by their masters, in order to prevent confiscation, and being unable to make a living for themselves. Our humble friends informed us that if we continued straight on we would reach Darien in two days, provided we exercised due caution to avoid the patrollers, who, since our escape from Macon, had been searching for us vigilantly. The night was well nigh all spent in conversation with these slaves, and we had not got much further on our way, when the dawn broke upon us, compelling us to leave the road and take to the pines. We were subsequently obliged to leave even these, and plunge once more into the more friendly swamps. After our slender stock of provisions was exhausted, we became exceedingly hungry, and the day passed away without our obtaining even so much as a frog
I could be nothing else than a United States soldier. I accordingly volunteered to join my loyal countrymen already in the field. On March 4th, we left Paducah, Kentucky, and on the 13th, we landed on Pittsburg Hill. I contended with all my heart and might against Beauregard's skirmishers for several days; but I was finally overpowered by numbers, captured, and taken to Corinth. From there I was taken to Columbus, Mississippi, from there to Montgomery, Alabama, and from thence to Macon, Georgia. On the night of June 18th, in company with my comrade, I broke from the guard-house at the latter place, ran your guardlines, and escaped. Since then we have been fed and assisted by your negroes, until now we are in your power. In conclusion, gentlemen, I would say, shoot me, hang me, cut my throat, kill me in any way you please. But, know you, that in so doing, you kill a United States soldier, who glories in these chains! I shook my chains as I finished. In an instant ther
avery, but they scarcely obtained a hearing.-Letter to Lafayette. Rising early the next morning, I walked abroad to view the works of God; and as I limped along, I thanked him exceedingly for his goodness and kindness to me, his unworthy servant. As I passed the cabins of the sheriff's slaves, they were preparing to go up to his house for prayers. After breakfast, our host, taking us aside, informed us that as we had been committed to his charge, he would be obliged to return us to Macon, where he would get the commandant to parole us, limiting us at the same time to the boundaries of the State. Had he himself come across us accidentally, he assured us that, instead of holding us, he would have had us conveyed secretly to our lines. But this, under the circumstances, he was now unable to do, as he would thereby incur the death-penalty himself. We, of course, assented to this, as it would have been extremely ungrateful to our host, who, had protected us from violence, to r
ble hardships and perils, being imprisoned in Columbus, Mobile, Montgomery, and Macon, and spending twentyone weary days in the dismal swamps and pinewoods of Georgipostle, thanked God and took courage. As soon as practicable we set out for Macon, and while memory holds a place in my being, I can never forget the parting of his companions. This man took the trip with us through Mobile, Montgomery, and Macon, and was continually receiving favors that were denied to the rest. While in MMacon, he was appointed prison quarter-master; was permitted to run at large, and he used the privilege to post the secessionists in everything that was favorable towas some men hunting round here the other day for them Yankees that got away at Macon, and I only wish they'd catch the thieves, and shoot them! This was not pleaased, as Phillips, nodding his head towards us, asked the sheriff his errand to Macon with us. Our friend hesitated a moment to reply, but finally stated his mis
I always measured six feet two inches. There were other unpleasant items in this paper, the principal one of which was that in reference to McClellan's retreat from before Richmond. In due season we arrived at the end of our journey, Macon, Georgia. In conferring with the sheriff on the subject of our future course, I told him it would be best for his own safety to take us to the prison as soon as possible. This he did; and it was but a short time after, that we were again face to facldered that he did not comprehend what they wished him to do. The person called Colonel thereupon ordered him to be remanded to his cell. The next day, hearing that the Union forces were approaching them, they hurried their poor prisoner to Macon. This man gave me accounts of the most horrid scenes that he had witnessed. At one period, he said that it was certain death for a man to refuse to volunteer. Our second day of imprisonment passed dully enough, and indeed it would have b
ere ourselves. Time rolled on, but still no event occurred to dispel the gloom that surrounded me, until I learned that the man I had met on the cars, and who, it will be remembered, asserted that he had known me in Cincinnati, had arrived in Macon. I learned, also, that he was reporting it about the town, that in Ohio I was possessed of some degree of influence. The faithful slave who told me this added: One of you is a gwine to be taken out, for I heard de sheriff say that a lot oppressed there was power, but they had no comfort. Oh, may the hand be stilled in death that would raise itself to defend such a system! While the jailor was in the midst of his trouble, the star of hope that had arisen on the coming to Macon of my Ohio friend, and then set so suddenly, came up once more, but with more cheering brilliancy this time; for, through the hubbub that he had raised, I was released from my prison cell the very day on which the poor negro, who had been so unm
Chapter 17: Sufferings of captives shooting a deaf man a terrible punishment arguments on slavery opinions of celebrated men a Sabbath School in prison a loyal lady Pennsylvania a Pioneer Emancipation our prayer-meetings Rays of sunshine. A large proportion of the prisoners in Macon were nearly naked, and actually were obliged to wrap rags of blankets about themselves to hide their nakedness, and many times, while listening to their stories of wrong and woe, I was moved to tears. Among several harrowing incidents, about this time occurred the shooting of one of our party, a political prisoner, if I remember right, who was deaf. A brutal guard had fired on him because he did not obey some order which he had given, but which of course, the victim did not hear. I saw the poor fellow writhing in his death-agonies. The shot had pierced directly through his bowels, inflicting a horrid and mortal wound. Another man named Flood, for the offence of coming nea