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Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities 23 1 Browse Search
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was hard to bear. Oh, how I wished that I had kept on when I was free, and had left Jess to his fate! I went back to the wreck, and went to work with all my might to help rescue the maimed and dead from the debris. We took out ninety-eight Yanks and twentyfour rebs, who were badly wounded, and twenty-six Yanks and eight rebs, dead; a total of thirty-four killed, and one hundred and twenty-two badly hurt. Such a disaster, in time of peace, would fill with horror the whole country; and maimed and dead from the debris. We took out ninety-eight Yanks and twentyfour rebs, who were badly wounded, and twenty-six Yanks and eight rebs, dead; a total of thirty-four killed, and one hundred and twenty-two badly hurt. Such a disaster, in time of peace, would fill with horror the whole country; and yet I doubt if a score of our vast army of readers ever heard of this accident before. I am of the opinion that this is the first time the history of that wreck has ever been in print.
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
g. Failing in the fields, we approached the negro quarters of the plantation. We aroused the inmates of two or three cabins, and begged, but got nothing. They said they had nothing. My opinion is, that they did not believe we were genuine Yanks, and were afraid to help us. Finally, we found an old darkey who said his wife cooked for the white folks, and that if we would slip around into the kitchen behind the mansion, we could get something to eat. He told us how to get in, and how to fThey ordered us to surrender; called off the hounds, and we came down. The Provost Captain of this squad looked us all over, and said: Who the are you? We told him. He was looking for deserters, and was as much surprised at finding Yanks in that part of the country as we were at being found. But somehow he enjoyed the surprise 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 t
oad missed it. I think you can all see its general dilapidation in that sentence. We came to the public square, and were stopped under a large shade tree. Two Yanks in town! The news spread rapidly, and soon brought around us a crowd of ladies(?) and gentlemen(?). Everybody seemed to be at leisure. No, we did not feel proud omeaned us, and berated us soundly, and when we told them that we were Kentuckians, they became more abusive still. They could overlook the meanness of New England Yanks, but Kentucky Yanks were traitors, and ought to be hung! The ladies(?) used the most insulting language at their command. Finally, an old man, with long, whiYanks were traitors, and ought to be hung! The ladies(?) used the most insulting language at their command. Finally, an old man, with long, white beard, a harsh, cracked voice; and an extraordinary vocabulary of profane and vulgar language, spoke thus: I'd hang 'em String 'em up! I wouldn't guard such. Give '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, si
ere two roughs who were sent there for raising a row in a brothel down town. A Texan, for killing a quartermaster. Three negroes; two of them for trying to run off. I can't remember all of them but last, as the chief of criminals, Tom and I-two Yanks! We were there ten or twelve days! I don't remember the exact time; but it was a good place to stay. We had two good meals per day, consisting of good corn bread (not the Andersonville kind), bacon, cabbage, rice, etc., all well cooked and enough of it. One of the negroes had friends outside who brought him peanuts, which he shared with us; and the roughs had friends of their kind, who brought them delicacies, and when they learned that there were Yanks in there, they gave us oranges. We improved in health, strength, and spirits, rapidly; and we passed another resolution by a large majority: Whereas, we have to be prisoners; Resolved-That we would rather be treated as criminals than as prisoners of war! And I now record
, he could turn out two good toothpicks per month. Still another branch of business (?) carried on at this time, was raising Confederate notes. Confederate money was poorly made, both in design and execution. The ones and twos, and tens and twenties were almost alike, except in the figures that told their denomination. If a man could get a one or two-dollar bill, he knew where to take it and have it converted into a ten or twenty-All work done in the best style of art and warranted to pass. In buying beans or meal with this money, we always aimed to trade so as to get one or two small bills in change so that we could make another raise. I expect that good brother who thought we stole the sacks from the quartermaster, will think this looks like counterfeiting. It does look that way, and had those Yanks been caught at it, they might have been sent to Andersonville!-the worst imprisonment I can think of-and sentenced to remain there as long as Confederate money had a value.
command flourished his pistol around us, and swore that if he knew who uncoupled the train he would shoot him! But he did not know. It filled us with exultation and happiness to see the rebs so uneasy. About daylight we ran into Macon, and stopped, but they did not take us off the cars. From our train we could see up into the business part of town, and noticed a number of large, white flags floating over the principal houses. We asked a negro what they were for, and he said- Specks de Yanks is comin‘! The officers in charge of us held a hurried consultation with the authorities. The engine was turned around and hitched to the other end of our train, and by eight o'clock we were steaming away down the same road we came up the night before. What did they mean-taking us back to Andersonville? About two or three o'clock P. M. we passed Andersonville, and from the cars we took our last look at that pen of woe. They took us to Albany — to Thomasville, over the same rou