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Fort Donelson (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
onally. When I had uttered these words, great excitement prevailed. In the din and confusion, I could discover the cry? Cut his head off! But in the midst of the melee, General Beauregard ordered silence, and said he would refer me to General Johnson. As I was leaving Beauregard's quarters, I heard that gentleman say: We intend to go on from victory to victory, till we drive you invaders from our soil. Yes, replied I, for I felt his remarks keenly, just as you did at Fort Donelson. I left in the midst of the bitterest imprecations, escorted by a heavy guard. By this time it had grown quite dark; and as my clothing was very wet, I began to suffer with the cold. Still conducted by the colonel, I soon came to Johnson's headquarters, which were upon the battle-field. In a tent adjoining that of Johnson, a court-martial was in session, presided over by the General, and into this tent I was taken, where the following colloquy ensued: Col. G. General Johnso
Pittsburg Landing (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
now. I made up my mind, however, that whatever fate was before me, I would exhibit no shrinking or fear. It seemed probable that my doom was to be shot, and I felt impelled to answer their interrogatories in a somewhat defiant manner. The following dialogue ensued: Bragg. Well, sir, you are a prisoner. Geer. You have me in your power, sir. B. You have not surrendered, they say. G. But you have me in your possession. B. Well, sir, what is the number of your troops at Pittsburg Landing? G. That I do not feel disposed to communicate. B. But we will make you communicate. G. You cannot do that. B. We will punish you, and that severely. G. Punish if you will, I shall not reveal to you anything I deem it proper to withhold. B. Well, sir, I will refer you to General Hardee, and there you will get justice. You abolitionists think you are playing h-ll over there, don't you? G. We are only sending home some of her stray inmates. B. Be careful how you
Caffey (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
he General. For examination, sir. The General, with a look of surprise and indignation, replied: I shall ask the young man no questions that I would not answer myself under similar circumstances. But, added he, after a moment's consideration, I shall send you to General Beauregard: I could hardly repress a smile at this decision, for now, thought I, I shall see the chiefest rebel of them all. We passed through motley crowds of longhaired butternuts, to a place called Monterey, The General-in-Chief's headquarters were in a dilapidated cabin. I was immediately arraigned before a bony-faced old man with a gray moustache, not at all prepossessing in personal appearance. Yet, on closer observation, I could detect a cunning shrewdness and a penetrating forethought in his tones and manner. Beauregard. You have been rather unfortunate to-day, sir. Geer. Yes, sir, a little so to-day, but not so much on other days. (I referred to the four days skirmishing prior
Florida (Florida, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
wded outside with secesh, and cry out: What will you have? We want to see a Yankee, they frequently answered. Well, now you see me, and what do you think of us? What are you 'uns all down here fighting we 'uns fur? Bill would reply: For a hundred and sixty acres of land and your negroes. Calico Bill was a genuine, shrewd and intelligent Yankee, from the State of Maine. He gave me a sketch of his history, in which I learned that he was teaching in a private family in Florida, when the war broke out, was pressed into the Confederate service, and had quarreled with his captain, who undertook to exercise an authority over him, incompatible with his native freedom. He said he would rather meet his fate there than to die in the rebel army. He said there were many Northern men in their army, and that three-fourths of them would vote for the old banner and Constitution, if uninfluenced by their leaders. But, he added, you see how this fellow does (referring to the
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 4
e next day I was taken to Corinth, in a mule wagon, and deposited in a rickety old warehouse. Among the prisoners here were about twenty slaves, some of them almost white, and all clad in rags. Also in the company were ten or a dozen Tennesseeans, yclept political prisoners, together with a few rebel soldiers. Among the latter was a droll genius, who answered to the name of Calico Bill, who was under sentence of death for flogging his captain. By some means he had procured an old United States uniform, in which he donned the dignity of a brigadier. In this garb he would frequently assume the position of drillmaster, and the poor imbecile clay-eaters would obey his orders with the menial servitude of slaves. His conduct, while it was highly tyranrous, was nevertheless amusing. He seemed to have these ignorant soldiers completely under his control, and I refer to this illustration of slavish fear to point the moral, if not to adorn the tale. It does not require very profound
Fort Sumpter (Oregon, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
careful how you talk, sir. Turning to a rebel officer, the speaker continued: Colonel, take this man to General Hardee, and give him all the particulars. （Handing him a note addressed to Hardee.) I was thereupon placed on a stolen horse, and conducted to General Hardee. On my way from Bragg'sto Hardee's quarters, my mind was busied with singular fancies. I thought of rebel treachery and oppression; I thought of the arch-conspirators at Montgomery, the disgraceful bombardment of Sumpter, the murder of United States troops in the streets of Baltimore, the enslavement of four millions of Adam's race, all by the hateful power that now had me in its clutches. These atrocities made me the more willing to suffer in the defense of the Government that I had volunteered to serve. Hardee is a noble-looking man, and on this occasion was dressed in full uniform of blue cloth. General, said my conductor, here is a Yankee officer, referred to you by General Bragg. For what p
Shiloh, Tenn. (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
oor, two men came in who were dressed in Federal uniforms. They came to me and asked me if I was a Federal officer. No, said I, not now; but I was a few days ago. I am a prisoner now. In conversation with them, I ascertained that they were northern men, but, being in the South when the war broke out, were pressed, like thousands of others, into the rebel army. At the battle of Belmont, they deserted and joined the Fourth United States Cavalry, but were afterwards taken prisoners at Shiloh, and had been recognized as deserters. That day they had had their trial before General Bragg, who sentenced them to be shot on the following Tuesday. I at once became interested in their escape; and, forgetting my wounded and painful hand, and the disagreeableness of my situation, I pondered the fate of these men late into that dismal night. On the evening of the same day, a piece of file and a knife had been found upon a shelf in the prison. We converted the knife into a saw, and with
Maine (Maine, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
pon their credulity, and when he desired a little contraband fun, he would go to the window, which was always crowded outside with secesh, and cry out: What will you have? We want to see a Yankee, they frequently answered. Well, now you see me, and what do you think of us? What are you 'uns all down here fighting we 'uns fur? Bill would reply: For a hundred and sixty acres of land and your negroes. Calico Bill was a genuine, shrewd and intelligent Yankee, from the State of Maine. He gave me a sketch of his history, in which I learned that he was teaching in a private family in Florida, when the war broke out, was pressed into the Confederate service, and had quarreled with his captain, who undertook to exercise an authority over him, incompatible with his native freedom. He said he would rather meet his fate there than to die in the rebel army. He said there were many Northern men in their army, and that three-fourths of them would vote for the old banner and
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
eaker continued: Colonel, take this man to General Hardee, and give him all the particulars. （Handing him a note addressed to Hardee.) I was thereupon placed on a stolen horse, and conducted to General Hardee. On my way from Bragg'sto Hardee's quarters, my mind was busied with singular fancies. I thought of rebel treachery and oppression; I thought of the arch-conspirators at Montgomery, the disgraceful bombardment of Sumpter, the murder of United States troops in the streets of Baltimore, the enslavement of four millions of Adam's race, all by the hateful power that now had me in its clutches. These atrocities made me the more willing to suffer in the defense of the Government that I had volunteered to serve. Hardee is a noble-looking man, and on this occasion was dressed in full uniform of blue cloth. General, said my conductor, here is a Yankee officer, referred to you by General Bragg. For what purpose? asked the General. For examination, sir. The Ge
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
e rebel Exaggerations. In due time, I was conveyed to General Jackson. What a scene was opened to view! What a motley, mongrel, nondescript crowd did rebeldom here present! Old and young, bond and free, small and great, black and white, with countenances forlorn, agonized, or ferocious, with limbs mangled and torn. Sorrowful were the wailings of the wounded, and bitter the imprecations of the chagrined and discomfited crew. Colonel Gladden and four privates were my escort to Jackson's tent. I have brought you a Yankee, General, said Colonel Gladden. The rebel general inquired of me my rank. I declined telling him. I was then asked for papers, and upon making examination, they found with me maps of the Hamburg road, and a small rebel fortification. As soon as they made this discovery, Jackson inquired: Sir, what is the number of your men? We have a small skirmishing party, General, I replied. You have not captured them all to-day, and you will not
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