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Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
hem we denied, some we could defend, and some we couldn't. They said we could never whip them in the world. We said the United States would govern the country or make a wilderness of it, and we didn't care which. We spoke bitterly of Andersonville, and told them-and we thought so then-that we could not live through the coming winter if they sent us back there, and we hoped our Government would retaliate. That if we could be sure that for every man who languished in Andersonville one wAndersonville one would freeze in Camp Douglass, we would go and bravely die and rot there. We were not a bit excited. Only earnest and warm. Maybe it was the sanguin juice. One standard subject for hard feeling in those days was the enlistment of the negro into the army. It was seldom that we ever got into a discussion with the rebels that they did not refer to that. One of the soldiers present said: Yo Gove'ment thinks you-alls no bettah than niggahs, foh it puts niggahs in yo ahmy, --and he looked at
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 13
ugh East Tennessee. To one who remembers the campaign of 1864, in which Thomas fell back before Hood till he got everything ready, and then utterly crushed the life out of his army, this boasting has its moral. Of course Tom and I entered into the discussion-much of it was addressed to us. They charged many hard things against the U. S. Government. Some of them we denied, some we could defend, and some we couldn't. They said we could never whip them in the world. We said the United States would govern the country or make a wilderness of it, and we didn't care which. We spoke bitterly of Andersonville, and told them-and we thought so then-that we could not live through the coming winter if they sent us back there, and we hoped our Government would retaliate. That if we could be sure that for every man who languished in Andersonville one would freeze in Camp Douglass, we would go and bravely die and rot there. We were not a bit excited. Only earnest and warm. Maybe
Talbot (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
Chapter 12: wanted-a shirt. Our Captors. a hospitality not before encountered in the South. wanted, a shirt. the Situation discussed. kindness The captain of the squad that caught us was a good-natured, jolly old fellow, who looked as though he lived on the best, beef and brandy in Georgia. He treated us well. They stopped with us after dark, at the house of a wealthy planter, in the northern part of Talbott county--a large, white house, in a grove of oaks. It looked pretty and homelike in the moonlight, as we entered the yard. We saw none of the family that night except the host, a pleasant old gentleman, with white hair and beard. He listened with interest to the captain's account of our capture, and asked us a number of questions. He made the servants prepare supper for the guard and us; and told us that we were welcome to all we could eat, but advised us to be careful not to eat too much. He then ordered beds prepared for the whole party. Tom and I tol
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
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
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
war and its current campaigns, and the boastful manner in which they spoke of the prowess of their armies, and the skill of their generals, soon aroused my combativeness and put me at my ease. Their greatest boast was the skill of General Hood. He had flanked the flanker; he had gone around Sherman; had got between him and his best general (Thomas), and could now strike either way. Sherman's only chance of escape would be to break up his army into small divisions and go out through East Tennessee. To one who remembers the campaign of 1864, in which Thomas fell back before Hood till he got everything ready, and then utterly crushed the life out of his army, this boasting has its moral. Of course Tom and I entered into the discussion-much of it was addressed to us. They charged many hard things against the U. S. Government. Some of them we denied, some we could defend, and some we couldn't. They said we could never whip them in the world. We said the United States woul
Chattanooga (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
the Johnnies 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 disp
Kentucky (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
not sleep. In the morning after we were up and washed, our host came in, and, with Southern hospitality, set before us a big black bottle, a sugar-bowl, and tumblers. The bottle contained a fiery liquor, called by the Johnnies 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
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
Chapter 12: wanted-a shirt. Our Captors. a hospitality not before encountered in the South. wanted, a shirt. the Situation discussed. kindness The captain of the squad that caught us was a good-natured, jolly old fellow, who looked as though he lived on the best, beef and brandy in Georgia. He treated us well. They stopped with us after dark, at the house of a wealthy planter, in the northern part of Talbott county--a large, white house, in a grove of oaks. It looked pretty and homelike in the moonlight, as we entered the yard. We saw none of the family that night except the host, a pleasant old gentleman, with white hair and beard. He listened with interest to the captain's account of our capture, and asked us a number of questions. He made the servants prepare supper for the guard and us; and told us that we were welcome to all we could eat, but advised us to be careful not to eat too much. He then ordered beds prepared for the whole party. Tom and I to
Bourbon (search for this): chapter 13
p. In the morning after we were up and washed, our host came in, and, with Southern hospitality, set before us a big black bottle, a sugar-bowl, and tumblers. The bottle contained a fiery liquor, called by the Johnnies 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 tab
Thomas (search for this): chapter 13
mies, and the skill of their generals, soon aroused my combativeness and put me at my ease. Their greatest boast was the skill of General Hood. He had flanked the flanker; he had gone around Sherman; had got between him and his best general (Thomas), and could now strike either way. Sherman's only chance of escape would be to break up his army into small divisions and go out through East Tennessee. To one who remembers the campaign of 1864, in which Thomas fell back before Hood till he gotThomas fell back before Hood till he got everything ready, and then utterly crushed the life out of his army, this boasting has its moral. Of course Tom and I entered into the discussion-much of it was addressed to us. They charged many hard things against the U. S. Government. Some of them we denied, some we could defend, and some we couldn't. They said we could never whip them in the world. We said the United States would govern the country or make a wilderness of it, and we didn't care which. We spoke bitterly of An
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