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Columbus (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
what was our unspeakable vexation and chagrin to learn that we had been the victims of a cruel hoax, perpetrated through sheer diabolism. One bright and beautiful summer morning, however, legitimate orders came for our instantaneous departure, and, as before, we were soon ready. At eleven o'clock, we stepped aboard the cars, and were soon whirled from this Sodomic city to await the gradual developments of our destiny unknown. Two hundred and fifty miles brought us to the city of Columbus, Georgia, on the Chattahoochee river. The crowd that met us here was composed of remarkably coarse material, and as far as we could perceive, seemed to be an average of the staple human product in that locality. They saluted us with such epithets as blue-bellied Yankees, dirty nigger-thieves, &c., exhausting the entire slave-pen vocabulary, the reigning vernacular. I regret that I am compelled to record the defection of one of our party, whom we had supposed to be in hearty sympathy with
Chattahoochee River, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
exation and chagrin to learn that we had been the victims of a cruel hoax, perpetrated through sheer diabolism. One bright and beautiful summer morning, however, legitimate orders came for our instantaneous departure, and, as before, we were soon ready. At eleven o'clock, we stepped aboard the cars, and were soon whirled from this Sodomic city to await the gradual developments of our destiny unknown. Two hundred and fifty miles brought us to the city of Columbus, Georgia, on the Chattahoochee river. The crowd that met us here was composed of remarkably coarse material, and as far as we could perceive, seemed to be an average of the staple human product in that locality. They saluted us with such epithets as blue-bellied Yankees, dirty nigger-thieves, &c., exhausting the entire slave-pen vocabulary, the reigning vernacular. I regret that I am compelled to record the defection of one of our party, whom we had supposed to be in hearty sympathy with us, but, who, as the seque
Columbus (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
n that locality. They saluted us with such epithets as blue-bellied Yankees, dirty nigger-thieves, &c., exhausting the entire slave-pen vocabulary, the reigning vernacular. I regret that I am compelled to record the defection of one of our party, whom we had supposed to be in hearty sympathy with us, but, who, as the sequel will show, was cooperating with the enemy. Our first suspicions were aroused by the tender regard shown him by the rebel officials and ladies; but when we came to Columbus, his designs and character became more and more apparent. Of him we shall hereafter speak more at length. The city in which we had temporarily halted quartered a large force of rebel soldiers, the majority of them better clad than any we had yet met. The place itself, extending one mile and a quarter in the direction of the river, and about half a mile toward the interior, and numbering a population of nearly nine thousand, was a beautiful one. I observed a number of unfinished buildi
Illinois (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ess, and thirteen feet high. The ends were closed by massive ironclad wooden gates, extending the whole width of the prison. The room was about two hundred feet long, and forty in width. It was used formerly as a cotton depot. There was on either side a narrow shed-roof, sloping inward, extending two-thirds of the entire length of the building. Beneath this shelter were six hundred soldiers, and about one hundred and fifty political prisoners. Near this prison, Lieutenant Bliss, of Illinois, one of the noblest and truest men I ever knew, and a minister of the gospel, was murdered. The circumstances of this cruel outrage are as follows: One beautiful morning in May, the Lieutenant, being somewhat indisposed, and desiring to breathe the fresh and fragrant air without our prison walls, asked permission of the Captain of the Guard, to go to an adjacent house and get his canteen filled with fresh milk. With considerable reluctance the privilege was granted, and the Lieutenant an
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
committed under his guilty authority. As I might have expected, this plain language brought down his vengeful wrath, and he replied: I will put you in irons, sir. I could but reply, thinking of my dear, lost comrade: I'am in your power, sir, irons or no irons; but you murdered my sick friend, and are guilty of shedding his blood! For my impertinence, I was handcuffed and made to suffer the cruel spite of my hateful enemies. These things occured in the city of Montgomery, Alabama, among the chivalry of the South. We often suffered for water in this cotton-shed prison. Some of our boys resolved to dig a well within the walls. In digging, they came to a stratum of potters' clay, by which, after the well was completed, they passed many a leisure hour in manufacturing little wares, such as pipes, rings, cups, &c., all of which found a ready sale among the rebels, and commanded a fair price in Confederate shinplasters. The ingenuity of our Yankee boys was a consta
Montgomery (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
our power, sir, irons or no irons; but you murdered my sick friend, and are guilty of shedding his blood! For my impertinence, I was handcuffed and made to suffer the cruel spite of my hateful enemies. These things occured in the city of Montgomery, Alabama, among the chivalry of the South. We often suffered for water in this cotton-shed prison. Some of our boys resolved to dig a well within the walls. In digging, they came to a stratum of potters' clay, by which, after the well waations consisted of a bit of spoiled beef not larger than your two fingers, a small slice of coarse corn-bread without salt, and this only twice a day. Whatever more than this we received, we were compelled to buy at fabulous prices. While in Montgomery I became acquainted with a clergyman named Rogers, a member of the Methodist Church South, who had spent many years in the itineracy, and who was a chaplain in the Mexican war. Mr. Rogers was a man of fine talent, vast experience, and apparentl
A New prison murder of Lieutenant Bliss in irons-yankee ingenuity rebel ignorance Parson Rogers-faithful servants bold and successful escape of prisoners Captain Troy a Blindfold journey a traitor. We were now conducted to our new quarters in the military prison, a description of which I will attempt. The side walls ed thirty days furlough as a reward. The only apology offered was, that possibly the guard misunderstood his instructions! I ventured to tell the commandant, Captain Troy, my opinion of such conduct, and to his face called the outrage by its proper name, a bloody murder, committed under his guilty authority. As I might have exptheir sentiments, while the universal conviction seemed to be that this system of human bondage had been the parent source of all our national dissensions. Captain Troy seemed to derive special delight in practicing almost every species of deception upon the defenceless prisoners. He frequently cheered us with assurances that
Chapter 6: A New prison murder of Lieutenant Bliss in irons-yankee ingenuity rebel ignorance Parson Rogers-faithful servants bold and successful escape of prisoners Captain Troy a undred soldiers, and about one hundred and fifty political prisoners. Near this prison, Lieutenant Bliss, of Illinois, one of the noblest and truest men I ever knew, and a minister of the gospel, ere allowed to go on our errand, under a guard of four armed men. Upon our arrival at the house, Bliss handed his canteen through the window, where a lady received it, and in accordance with his requ undistinguishable order, which I was unable to understand, although I was nearer the guard than Bliss. The command, whatever it was, of course could not be obeyed; but the guard instantly raised his gun. Bliss saw it, and remarked pleasantly, though a little excited: You are not going to shoot me, are you? No sooner were his words uttered, than the gun was fired and the bullet pierc
ll slice of coarse corn-bread without salt, and this only twice a day. Whatever more than this we received, we were compelled to buy at fabulous prices. While in Montgomery I became acquainted with a clergyman named Rogers, a member of the Methodist Church South, who had spent many years in the itineracy, and who was a chaplain in the Mexican war. Mr. Rogers was a man of fine talent, vast experience, and apparently of great piety. He had been an intimate friend, in other years, of Parson Brownlow, which circumstance made his acquaintance an interesting one to me. He had been arrested, and, without a trial hurried from his motherless children to this gloomy prison. The old divine gave me an account of some of his sufferings. He had been frequently imprisoned for his loyal sentiments; and in a few instances made hairbreadth escapes from lynching. While he was in prison he preached for us. The gospel sound was glorious to hear, even beneath the cloud that rested upon us. Though in b
William Rogers (search for this): chapter 8
than your two fingers, a small slice of coarse corn-bread without salt, and this only twice a day. Whatever more than this we received, we were compelled to buy at fabulous prices. While in Montgomery I became acquainted with a clergyman named Rogers, a member of the Methodist Church South, who had spent many years in the itineracy, and who was a chaplain in the Mexican war. Mr. Rogers was a man of fine talent, vast experience, and apparently of great piety. He had been an intimate friend, iMr. Rogers was a man of fine talent, vast experience, and apparently of great piety. He had been an intimate friend, in other years, of Parson Brownlow, which circumstance made his acquaintance an interesting one to me. He had been arrested, and, without a trial hurried from his motherless children to this gloomy prison. The old divine gave me an account of some of his sufferings. He had been frequently imprisoned for his loyal sentiments; and in a few instances made hairbreadth escapes from lynching. While he was in prison he preached for us. The gospel sound was glorious to hear, even beneath the cloud tha
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