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Chattanooga (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
a. For two weeks, we Western troops had been full of feverish excitement. That long ago we had read in the Atlanta paper that Sherman had raised the siege, and had fallen back across the Chattahoochee. Every day we begged for more news. The Quartermaster told us that their picket's had been advanced to the river, and Sherman was certainly gone. Scouts had been across, and reported no large body of troops this side of the Kenesaw mountains, and Sherman was doubtless in full retreat on Chattanooga. What could it mean? The rebels evidently believed it, and were rejoicing; we didn't-we wouldn't. Still, we were excited; we felt sure that Old Billy was playing a deep game, but we wanted to see him rake the pot. Then came four or five days of oppressive silence — no news of any kind. We were sure something was being done. But what? How restless and eager we became! One night the nine o'clock call was started, and ran three posts as usual; but the next was called: P-o-
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
P-o-ost numbah f-o-a-h, nine o'clock, and Atlanta's gone to-! For one instant the camp was still. In the next, Did you hear that? Then they cheered. Men got up all over the camp to discuss the news. The midnight call went round long before the camp got quiet again. What if we were hungry, ragged, filthy, and vermin-eaten?-we could be glad. Atlanta was gone! Early in September the rebs began to move prisoners away from Andersonville. They told us that they were taking us to Charleston to exchange us. But they had told us so many lies of that kind that most of the prisoners did not believe them. They took out two or three train-loads per week. Four or five train-loads had already gone, when one day Jess M---- (a kinsman of mine) came to me and said that his ninety was ordered to be ready to go out that afternoon; and that I could go out with him, on a dead man's name, if I wanted to. I did not believe the exchange talk; but I did not suppose another pen would b
Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
an three posts as usual; but the next was called: P-o-ost numbah f-o-a-h, nine o'clock, and Atlanta's gone to-! For one instant the camp was still. In the next, Did you hear that? Then they cheered. Men got up all over the camp to discuss the news. The midnight call went round long before the camp got quiet again. What if we were hungry, ragged, filthy, and vermin-eaten?-we could be glad. Atlanta was gone! Early in September the rebs began to move prisoners away from Andersonville. They told us that they were taking us to Charleston to exchange us. But they had told us so many lies of that kind that most of the prisoners did not believe them. They took out two or three train-loads per week. Four or five train-loads had already gone, when one day Jess M---- (a kinsman of mine) came to me and said that his ninety was ordered to be ready to go out that afternoon; and that I could go out with him, on a dead man's name, if I wanted to. I did not believe the
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
Chapter 7: wrecked. Longing for news. nothing reliable could be heard from the rebels. Atlanta gone to--. moving prisoners. False reports about exchange. going out on a dead man's name. crowded into cars like Stock. wrecked , Post number thirteen, twelve o'clock, and here's your mule. It was by this means that we first heard of the fall of Atlanta. For two weeks, we Western troops had been full of feverish excitement. That long ago we had read in the Atlanta paperall was started, and ran three posts as usual; but the next was called: P-o-ost numbah f-o-a-h, nine o'clock, and Atlanta's gone to-! For one instant the camp was still. In the next, Did you hear that? Then they cheered. Men got up allound long before the camp got quiet again. What if we were hungry, ragged, filthy, and vermin-eaten?-we could be glad. Atlanta was gone! Early in September the rebs began to move prisoners away from Andersonville. They told us that they were
Sherman (search for this): chapter 8
filled with blues and despondency. But if he read an Atlanta paper, that told of a victory in Sherman's department, the Western soldier, in tones of perfect contempt for the whole Confederacy: answas that the Eastern army had been whipped so often that they had learned to expect it; while in Sherman's army, to fight and to whip were synonymous. Once in a while we got a fragment of news frooops had been full of feverish excitement. That long ago we had read in the Atlanta paper that Sherman had raised the siege, and had fallen back across the Chattahoochee. Every day we begged for more news. The Quartermaster told us that their picket's had been advanced to the river, and Sherman was certainly gone. Scouts had been across, and reported no large body of troops this side of the Kenesaw mountains, and Sherman was doubtless in full retreat on Chattanooga. What could it mean? The rebels evidently believed it, and were rejoicing; we didn't-we wouldn't. Still, we were excited;
Jack (search for this): chapter 8
ation time, and read us the account of it, and make us feel as bad as he could. The effect of these reports on the prisoners gave me a chance to study human nature. If he read a report of rebel success in the East, the prisoners from the army of the Potomac were filled with blues and despondency. But if he read an Atlanta paper, that told of a victory in Sherman's department, the Western soldier, in tones of perfect contempt for the whole Confederacy: answered, Old bill's leading for your Jack, or he dismissed the subject entirely with, It's a-- rebel lie! I think the reason for this was that the Eastern army had been whipped so often that they had learned to expect it; while in Sherman's army, to fight and to whip were synonymous. Once in a while we got a fragment of news from the guard. They called the hour of the night and the number of their post, thus: P-o-o-ost number one, ten o'clock, and a-a-all's right. P-o-o-ost number two, ten o'clock, and a-all's right, a
Specks Yanks (search for this): chapter 8
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.
Lee (search for this): chapter 8
o whip were synonymous. Once in a while we got a fragment of news from the guard. They called the hour of the night and the number of their post, thus: P-o-o-ost number one, ten o'clock, and a-a-all's right. P-o-o-ost number two, ten o'clock, and a-all's right, all around the pen, every hour from dark till daylight. This call was made in a loud, sing-song monotone, that could be heard all over the camp. Sometimes they would interpolate a fragment, thus: Post number eight, Lee's falling back, and all's well. Or, Post number thirteen, twelve o'clock, and here's your mule. It was by this means that we first heard of the fall of Atlanta. For two weeks, we Western troops had been full of feverish excitement. That long ago we had read in the Atlanta paper that Sherman had raised the siege, and had fallen back across the Chattahoochee. Every day we begged for more news. The Quartermaster told us that their picket's had been advanced to the river, and Sherman was
1st (search for this): chapter 8
rejoicing; we didn't-we wouldn't. Still, we were excited; we felt sure that Old Billy was playing a deep game, but we wanted to see him rake the pot. Then came four or five days of oppressive silence — no news of any kind. We were sure something was being done. But what? How restless and eager we became! One night the nine o'clock call was started, and ran three posts as usual; but the next was called: P-o-ost numbah f-o-a-h, nine o'clock, and Atlanta's gone to-! For one instant the camp was still. In the next, Did you hear that? Then they cheered. Men got up all over the camp to discuss the news. The midnight call went round long before the camp got quiet again. What if we were hungry, ragged, filthy, and vermin-eaten?-we could be glad. Atlanta was gone! Early in September the rebs began to move prisoners away from Andersonville. They told us that they were taking us to Charleston to exchange us. But they had told us so many lies of that kind that mos
September (search for this): chapter 8
One night the nine o'clock call was started, and ran three posts as usual; but the next was called: P-o-ost numbah f-o-a-h, nine o'clock, and Atlanta's gone to-! For one instant the camp was still. In the next, Did you hear that? Then they cheered. Men got up all over the camp to discuss the news. The midnight call went round long before the camp got quiet again. What if we were hungry, ragged, filthy, and vermin-eaten?-we could be glad. Atlanta was gone! Early in September the rebs began to move prisoners away from Andersonville. They told us that they were taking us to Charleston to exchange us. But they had told us so many lies of that kind that most of the prisoners did not believe them. They took out two or three train-loads per week. Four or five train-loads had already gone, when one day Jess M---- (a kinsman of mine) came to me and said that his ninety was ordered to be ready to go out that afternoon; and that I could go out with him, on a dead