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Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 12
I do for him? I could see but two courses to choose from, in such an event-one was to go to the nearest house and surrender us up. The other, to make him a bed in the thicket, and forage by night, and watch him by day, till he mended or died. He did not get down, but kept on till we had been out fifteen nights. During that time we had traveled about one hundred and fifty miles--an average of ten miles per night. At this time General Hood had started on his Nashville campaign and his Georgia soldiers were deserting in great numbers. The Provost Marshals were ordered to hunt them up and return them to their commands. Their plan for executing this order was to warn the citizens against feeding or helping the deserters in any way; and in case any one was found about their premises, they were ordered to notify the Marshal at once, so that he could go and arrest them. We spent the fourteenth day of our pilgrimage in a little thicket on the border of a large plantation. It
Edgefield (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 12
ls and gets down, what can I do for him? I could see but two courses to choose from, in such an event-one was to go to the nearest house and surrender us up. The other, to make him a bed in the thicket, and forage by night, and watch him by day, till he mended or died. He did not get down, but kept on till we had been out fifteen nights. During that time we had traveled about one hundred and fifty miles--an average of ten miles per night. At this time General Hood had started on his Nashville campaign and his Georgia soldiers were deserting in great numbers. The Provost Marshals were ordered to hunt them up and return them to their commands. Their plan for executing this order was to warn the citizens against feeding or helping the deserters in any way; and in case any one was found about their premises, they were ordered to notify the Marshal at once, so that he could go and arrest them. We spent the fourteenth day of our pilgrimage in a little thicket on the border
Flint (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 12
Chapter 11: bloodhounds. A Provoking Dilemma. a chance for Tyndall. swim ming rivers by night. Concealed in a pile of rags. a new trouble. almost starved. starve or Steal. hopes Growing brighter. a familiar sound. caught by bloodhounds. rather die than go back to Andersonville We crossed Flint River, turned the boat loose, for fear of being tracked from it by hounds, struggled up the bank, and toiled through a dense thicket. The ground was low and had been washed by floods. The old growth of cane and willow had been washed down and stood at a slight angle from the ground, and the new had grown up through it. Imagine a lapped willow hedge, covering acres of ground, with two men going through it in the dark, and you have a true picture. After working through the tow-head for thirty or forty rods, we found we were on an island. Our boat was gone. There was nothing with which to make a raft. We had crossed the main stream, but before us was a channel six
Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 12
ile of rags. a new trouble. almost starved. starve or Steal. hopes Growing brighter. a familiar sound. caught by bloodhounds. rather die than go back to Andersonville We crossed Flint River, turned the boat loose, for fear of being tracked from it by hounds, struggled up the bank, and toiled through a dense thicket. The to all rush into my heart-my heart into my throat. I shuddered, and turned sick. I had heard that sound before. It was often borne to our ears as we lay in Andersonville; especially on the day after the tunnel was opened. I looked at Tom. He had not changed his position, but his great black eyes were glaring at me with a wiise much better than we. To us it was terrible. All our risk, our toil, our suffering, had come to nothing. When we learned that we would be sent back to Andersonville, Tom begged the guard to shoot him, and end his misery at once. I felt very much as Tom did. Neither of us thought that we could live through the winter in
Tyndall (search for this): chapter 12
Chapter 11: bloodhounds. A Provoking Dilemma. a chance for Tyndall. swim ming rivers by night. Concealed in a pile of rags. a new trouble. almost starved. starve or Steal. hopes Growing brighter. a familiar sound. caught by bloodhounds. rather die than go back to Andersonville We crossed Flint River, turned the boat loose, for fear of being tracked from it by hounds, struggled up the bank, and toiled through a dense thicket. The ground was low and had been washed by flay sometimes. He needs revelation to acquaint him with the Being he addresses, but he will pray whether he knows Him or not. If any one doubts my theory, swimming a river where alligators abound is a good way to test it. Here's a chance for Tyndall. As we plunged into the dark waters, our souls cried out to the Invisible One, not in audible words, but in earnest breathings. I'll never forget it. We knew such channels were favorite resorts for these monsters, and that one crash of their p
Hood (search for this): chapter 12
h to reach home? or, If he fails and gets down, what can I do for him? I could see but two courses to choose from, in such an event-one was to go to the nearest house and surrender us up. The other, to make him a bed in the thicket, and forage by night, and watch him by day, till he mended or died. He did not get down, but kept on till we had been out fifteen nights. During that time we had traveled about one hundred and fifty miles--an average of ten miles per night. At this time General Hood had started on his Nashville campaign and his Georgia soldiers were deserting in great numbers. The Provost Marshals were ordered to hunt them up and return them to their commands. Their plan for executing this order was to warn the citizens against feeding or helping the deserters in any way; and in case any one was found about their premises, they were ordered to notify the Marshal at once, so that he could go and arrest them. We spent the fourteenth day of our pilgrimage in a
Specks Yanks (search for this): chapter 12
g. Failing in the fields, we approached the negro quarters of the plantation. We aroused the inmates of two or three cabins, and begged, but got nothing. They said they had nothing. My opinion is, that they did not believe we were genuine Yanks, and were afraid to help us. Finally, we found an old darkey who said his wife cooked for the white folks, and that if we would slip around into the kitchen behind the mansion, we could get something to eat. He told us how to get in, and how to fThey ordered us to surrender; called off the hounds, and we came down. The Provost Captain of this squad looked us all over, and said: Who the are you? We told him. He was looking for deserters, and was as much surprised at finding Yanks in that part of the country as we were at being found. But somehow he enjoyed the surprise much better than we. To us it was terrible. All our risk, our toil, our suffering, had come to nothing. When we learned that we would be sent back t