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Carolina City (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 21
at peculiar cough and that brightness of the cheek and eye, that told us that consumption had set in; and that if they were not soon exchanged they would be beyond the reach of cartel. Many who had despaired of ever getting well, were anxious to go home that they might die among friends. One day, early in March, an order was read at the gate, that declared that a general exchange of prisoners had been agreed upon, and that they would begin at once and empty the prisons in Virginia and Carolina first, and would probably reach Andersonville in two weeks, or ten days. This news threw the camp into a wild excitement, though I must confess that many of us did not believe it. We had been deceived too often, and this sounded so good that we suspected it was being done to make us docile while they were moving us somewhere else. But in a few days they gave us copies of papers that contained accounts of the release of prisoners from Richmond and Saulsbury. Then we began to believe
Edgefield (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 21
r of wretched prisoners who were almost naked, and had there been more of them, and had they been built in the fall, they would have saved many lives. Thus the winter wore away. March came; and looking over the stockade toward the forest, we could see the burst buds and tender leaves, telling of springtime and a new year. We heard no news from the war, in which we were so intensely interested. What was Grant doing? Where was Sherman? What had become of Thomas since his victory at Nashville? These questions were often asked-but as they were never answered, to ask them only intensified our sadness. But the great question — the one that took precedence over all others, was: Why don't our Government exchange prisoners and get us out? It was a hard strain on our patriotism to feel that we were neglected by our own Government. For we believed then, as we learned certainly afterward, that we could have been exchanged had those in charge of our armies so desired. Many
Mississippi (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 21
r in the crowd. I was alone! My comrades had left me to die! Blinded by my tears, and sick through the intensity of my feelings, I reached our tent-my tent, now-and lay down. Our talk of home had given me the blues. I could see nothing but darkness and sorrow, misery and death! I was unreasonable-mad at everything and everybody, because I could not get out. Like Job's wife, I was ready to curse God and die. But I got over it in a day or two. How do we get down and up under the trials and disappointments of life? Who can tell? The prisoners were taken to Vicksburg, Mississippi, for exchange. There was one train-load taken after the one that took my comrades. Then came word that Wilson's Cavalry (U. S.) had raided through Mississippi and Alabama, and destroyed the railroad over which they were shipping the prisoners, so the exchange was stopped. About eight thousand came from Blackshear-and about four thousand remained when Wilson's raid stopped the exchange.
Vicksburg (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 21
or in the crowd. I was alone! My comrades had left me to die! Blinded by my tears, and sick through the intensity of my feelings, I reached our tent-my tent, now-and lay down. Our talk of home had given me the blues. I could see nothing but darkness and sorrow, misery and death! I was unreasonable-mad at everything and everybody, because I could not get out. Like Job's wife, I was ready to curse God and die. But I got over it in a day or two. How do we get down and up under the trials and disappointments of life? Who can tell? The prisoners were taken to Vicksburg, Mississippi, for exchange. There was one train-load taken after the one that took my comrades. Then came word that Wilson's Cavalry (U. S.) had raided through Mississippi and Alabama, and destroyed the railroad over which they were shipping the prisoners, so the exchange was stopped. About eight thousand came from Blackshear-and about four thousand remained when Wilson's raid stopped the exchange.
Alabama (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 21
r in the crowd. I was alone! My comrades had left me to die! Blinded by my tears, and sick through the intensity of my feelings, I reached our tent-my tent, now-and lay down. Our talk of home had given me the blues. I could see nothing but darkness and sorrow, misery and death! I was unreasonable-mad at everything and everybody, because I could not get out. Like Job's wife, I was ready to curse God and die. But I got over it in a day or two. How do we get down and up under the trials and disappointments of life? Who can tell? The prisoners were taken to Vicksburg, Mississippi, for exchange. There was one train-load taken after the one that took my comrades. Then came word that Wilson's Cavalry (U. S.) had raided through Mississippi and Alabama, and destroyed the railroad over which they were shipping the prisoners, so the exchange was stopped. About eight thousand came from Blackshear-and about four thousand remained when Wilson's raid stopped the exchange.
Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 21
cheek and eye, that told us that consumption had set in; and that if they were not soon exchanged they would be beyond the reach of cartel. Many who had despaired of ever getting well, were anxious to go home that they might die among friends. One day, early in March, an order was read at the gate, that declared that a general exchange of prisoners had been agreed upon, and that they would begin at once and empty the prisons in Virginia and Carolina first, and would probably reach Andersonville in two weeks, or ten days. This news threw the camp into a wild excitement, though I must confess that many of us did not believe it. We had been deceived too often, and this sounded so good that we suspected it was being done to make us docile while they were moving us somewhere else. But in a few days they gave us copies of papers that contained accounts of the release of prisoners from Richmond and Saulsbury. Then we began to believe and to grow feverish with excitement.
Allen Spencer (search for this): chapter 21
as good as he could, so as not to cause mother more sorrow than was actually necessary. The whole prison was crowded around the gate; and as the names were called by a loud-voiced rebel, some countenance would light up with joy as he answered, Here! and you would see him struggle through the crowd to the gate and disappear through the wicket. We three stood together, near the deadline. John Carey! called the reb. Here!-and he was through the wicket before I could look at him. Allen Spencer! Here! Cudge gave me his hand: Good-bye, Oats. Good-bye, Cudge, --and he slipped through the wicket and the door swung to. I staggered back through the crowd. They were gone! I had no farther interest in the gate or in the crowd. I was alone! My comrades had left me to die! Blinded by my tears, and sick through the intensity of my feelings, I reached our tent-my tent, now-and lay down. Our talk of home had given me the blues. I could see nothing but darkness and sorrow,
John Carey (search for this): chapter 21
etter to my folks at home, telling them that I was alive at that date. I told him to fix it up as good as he could, so as not to cause mother more sorrow than was actually necessary. The whole prison was crowded around the gate; and as the names were called by a loud-voiced rebel, some countenance would light up with joy as he answered, Here! and you would see him struggle through the crowd to the gate and disappear through the wicket. We three stood together, near the deadline. John Carey! called the reb. Here!-and he was through the wicket before I could look at him. Allen Spencer! Here! Cudge gave me his hand: Good-bye, Oats. Good-bye, Cudge, --and he slipped through the wicket and the door swung to. I staggered back through the crowd. They were gone! I had no farther interest in the gate or in the crowd. I was alone! My comrades had left me to die! Blinded by my tears, and sick through the intensity of my feelings, I reached our tent-my tent, now-and lay dow
s no great thing to build such sheds. True. And yet they were a blessing to a number of wretched prisoners who were almost naked, and had there been more of them, and had they been built in the fall, they would have saved many lives. Thus the winter wore away. March came; and looking over the stockade toward the forest, we could see the burst buds and tender leaves, telling of springtime and a new year. We heard no news from the war, in which we were so intensely interested. What was Grant doing? Where was Sherman? What had become of Thomas since his victory at Nashville? These questions were often asked-but as they were never answered, to ask them only intensified our sadness. But the great question — the one that took precedence over all others, was: Why don't our Government exchange prisoners and get us out? It was a hard strain on our patriotism to feel that we were neglected by our own Government. For we believed then, as we learned certainly afterward, that
hey were a blessing to a number of wretched prisoners who were almost naked, and had there been more of them, and had they been built in the fall, they would have saved many lives. Thus the winter wore away. March came; and looking over the stockade toward the forest, we could see the burst buds and tender leaves, telling of springtime and a new year. We heard no news from the war, in which we were so intensely interested. What was Grant doing? Where was Sherman? What had become of Thomas since his victory at Nashville? These questions were often asked-but as they were never answered, to ask them only intensified our sadness. But the great question — the one that took precedence over all others, was: Why don't our Government exchange prisoners and get us out? It was a hard strain on our patriotism to feel that we were neglected by our own Government. For we believed then, as we learned certainly afterward, that we could have been exchanged had those in charge of our
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