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North Carolina (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
ished I was that he knew me, and he said, I never forget a Twenty-sixth boy. My faithful and unselfish friend, Perk Miller, another Caldwell county boy, who had joined the first company that was formed in Caldwell, had shared every morsel of comfort with me during our long imprisonment, and was my companion still as we joyfully wended our way to our mountain home. A part of this journey was on foot, and although we felt in our hearts that we had only to show our pitiful selves to any North Carolina woman to get the needful food, we both felt like it was begging, and shrank from doing it, so we shared this duty also, taking time about to ask for something to eat, which was always cheerfully given. I was at home one month when Stoneman made his raid through the county and came to Lenoir. I was in the yard in my shirt-sleeves when I first saw the Yankees, and might have made my escape, but thinking they were our Home Guard, I deliberately walked around the house in full view of
Point Lookout, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
, December 22, 1895.] A very graphic description. Experience at Johnson's Island and Point Lookout—Pickett's charge at Gettysburg—The cavalry fight at Boonesboro, Maryland. The following gaccount of prison life at Johnson's Island, and the writer, in speaking of his short stay at Point Lookout, after his release, says: Thinking we had exhausted the capacity of prison life for hashland anchor out in the bay, and heard the call for Gettysburg prisoners. We were to go to Point Lookout; had never heard of the place, and knew nothing about it; but we knew it could not be any worse than the place we were in, and were glad of any change. At Point Lookout we had tents-seventeen men to a tent. Our rations were no better, but we could bathe, and that was a great luxury to us.. I had been in prison twenty months, three and a half at Fort Delaware, and seventeen at Point Lookout. We were paroled in March, and a pitiful set of men we were. I weighed barely ninety pou
Danville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
In His Grave. We took the train to Indianapolis, thence to Columbus, thence to Camp Chase, where we were kept for three months. About the 1st of August we were given the alternative of taking the oath, or going to hard labor on the fort. We took the oath, but none the less loyal to that banner that has been forever furled, and the grand old leaders of the Lost Cause. On our homeward journey, at Wheeling, W. Va., where we arrived in the early morning, and spent the day, an elderly gentleman and two young ladies came to us and inquired if we were Confederate prisoners, and when told that we were, gave us nice refreshments. At Baltimore we went to the Soldiers' Home, and had good food and every comfort. From there we went to Fortress Monroe, thence to Petersburg, and on to Danville. We switched off to B Junction, and there a kind old gentleman gave me my first greenback dollar, and I was glad to get it. Our next stop was at Greensboro, N. C., and then we were soon at home.
City Point (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
t Lookout. We were paroled in March, and a pitiful set of men we were. I weighed barely ninety pounds, was almost a skeleton, and so weak I could hardly walk. But I was free, and going home, and that was the best tonic I could have. At City Point. At City Point our prison friend, Captain Patterson, came on board the vessel to see us, and there was a rush to shake hands with him. He said he was glad we were going home. Notwithstanding all the searching, one man had succeeded in conCity Point our prison friend, Captain Patterson, came on board the vessel to see us, and there was a rush to shake hands with him. He said he was glad we were going home. Notwithstanding all the searching, one man had succeeded in concealing his flag and as soon as we were on the Confederate boat he unfurled it, and a deafening shout rent the air as the boys greeted it. While in Richmond I met Colonel Lane, and was surprised to hear him say, Why, how are you, Company I? I told him how astonished I was that he knew me, and he said, I never forget a Twenty-sixth boy. My faithful and unselfish friend, Perk Miller, another Caldwell county boy, who had joined the first company that was formed in Caldwell, had shared every
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
f anybody must fight for you, I'll do it. Mr. Deal had suffered every wrong from these men, and when one of them commenced to abuse him, he told him boldly how he, Ford, had robbed him of horses, cattle, sheep, and hogs, and the man went off without another word. Our next stop was at Cool creek, in Watague county, but we drew no rations until we arrived at Greenville, Tenn., when we had some hard-tack and bacon. We were hurried on to Knoxville, where we were turned over to regular United States soldiers, and fared a little better. At Nashville we were lodged in the pen, but we had better rations than before. We crossed the Ohio river at Louisville, and on the other side, at Jeffersonville, saw the first signs of mourning for Abraham Lincoln—an arch bearing this inscription: Abraham Lincoln, the Saviour of His Country, Is In His Grave. We took the train to Indianapolis, thence to Columbus, thence to Camp Chase, where we were kept for three months. About the 1st of August
Caldwell (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
glad we were going home. Notwithstanding all the searching, one man had succeeded in concealing his flag and as soon as we were on the Confederate boat he unfurled it, and a deafening shout rent the air as the boys greeted it. While in Richmond I met Colonel Lane, and was surprised to hear him say, Why, how are you, Company I? I told him how astonished I was that he knew me, and he said, I never forget a Twenty-sixth boy. My faithful and unselfish friend, Perk Miller, another Caldwell county boy, who had joined the first company that was formed in Caldwell, had shared every morsel of comfort with me during our long imprisonment, and was my companion still as we joyfully wended our way to our mountain home. A part of this journey was on foot, and although we felt in our hearts that we had only to show our pitiful selves to any North Carolina woman to get the needful food, we both felt like it was begging, and shrank from doing it, so we shared this duty also, taking time ab
Edgefield (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
had suffered every wrong from these men, and when one of them commenced to abuse him, he told him boldly how he, Ford, had robbed him of horses, cattle, sheep, and hogs, and the man went off without another word. Our next stop was at Cool creek, in Watague county, but we drew no rations until we arrived at Greenville, Tenn., when we had some hard-tack and bacon. We were hurried on to Knoxville, where we were turned over to regular United States soldiers, and fared a little better. At Nashville we were lodged in the pen, but we had better rations than before. We crossed the Ohio river at Louisville, and on the other side, at Jeffersonville, saw the first signs of mourning for Abraham Lincoln—an arch bearing this inscription: Abraham Lincoln, the Saviour of His Country, Is In His Grave. We took the train to Indianapolis, thence to Columbus, thence to Camp Chase, where we were kept for three months. About the 1st of August we were given the alternative of taking the oath, or
Wheeling, W. Va. (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
n—an arch bearing this inscription: Abraham Lincoln, the Saviour of His Country, Is In His Grave. We took the train to Indianapolis, thence to Columbus, thence to Camp Chase, where we were kept for three months. About the 1st of August we were given the alternative of taking the oath, or going to hard labor on the fort. We took the oath, but none the less loyal to that banner that has been forever furled, and the grand old leaders of the Lost Cause. On our homeward journey, at Wheeling, W. Va., where we arrived in the early morning, and spent the day, an elderly gentleman and two young ladies came to us and inquired if we were Confederate prisoners, and when told that we were, gave us nice refreshments. At Baltimore we went to the Soldiers' Home, and had good food and every comfort. From there we went to Fortress Monroe, thence to Petersburg, and on to Danville. We switched off to B Junction, and there a kind old gentleman gave me my first greenback dollar, and I was gla
Caldwell, Noble County, Ohio (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
an had succeeded in concealing his flag and as soon as we were on the Confederate boat he unfurled it, and a deafening shout rent the air as the boys greeted it. While in Richmond I met Colonel Lane, and was surprised to hear him say, Why, how are you, Company I? I told him how astonished I was that he knew me, and he said, I never forget a Twenty-sixth boy. My faithful and unselfish friend, Perk Miller, another Caldwell county boy, who had joined the first company that was formed in Caldwell, had shared every morsel of comfort with me during our long imprisonment, and was my companion still as we joyfully wended our way to our mountain home. A part of this journey was on foot, and although we felt in our hearts that we had only to show our pitiful selves to any North Carolina woman to get the needful food, we both felt like it was begging, and shrank from doing it, so we shared this duty also, taking time about to ask for something to eat, which was always cheerfully given.
Knoxville (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.12
up to me and said: Keep close to me, my boy, and if anybody must fight for you, I'll do it. Mr. Deal had suffered every wrong from these men, and when one of them commenced to abuse him, he told him boldly how he, Ford, had robbed him of horses, cattle, sheep, and hogs, and the man went off without another word. Our next stop was at Cool creek, in Watague county, but we drew no rations until we arrived at Greenville, Tenn., when we had some hard-tack and bacon. We were hurried on to Knoxville, where we were turned over to regular United States soldiers, and fared a little better. At Nashville we were lodged in the pen, but we had better rations than before. We crossed the Ohio river at Louisville, and on the other side, at Jeffersonville, saw the first signs of mourning for Abraham Lincoln—an arch bearing this inscription: Abraham Lincoln, the Saviour of His Country, Is In His Grave. We took the train to Indianapolis, thence to Columbus, thence to Camp Chase, where we were
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