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Title: The soldier's story of his captivity at Andersonville, Belle Isle, and other Rebel prisons
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Goss, Warren Lee, 1835-1925 Nast, Thomas, 1840-1902, illustrator
Subjects: Andersonville Prison
Publisher: Boston : I.N. Richardson & Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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und hole punctured through the brick walls, wherethe shot and shell had travelled. I guessed at the objectin thus taking us through that part of the town whichhad suffered least, as having reference to our proba-ble exchange at no very distant day. They wished usto get a favorable opinion of the damage done to thetown by our shot and shell from the islands andmarshes. We were so kindly treated at Charlestonthat we left the city with regret, and were again packedon board of box-cars, preparatory to leaving for Ander-sonville. The captain, commanding our guard while inthe city, was the son of the Irish patriot (?) Mitchel.Before the cars started, an old German woman camearound inquiring for me ; and I have no doubt I misseda good chance of escape in being forbidden by theguard to talk with citizens. The next day we arrived at Macon, Georgia, wherewe halted for a time. Macon had quite a prim, NewEngland look, unlike any southern village I had beforeseen. It reminded me of Augusta, Maine.
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AM)ERSONVILLE. 71 The weather was rainy, drizzly, and suffocatingon the last of our journey, and a gloom pervadedour thoughts and feelings. During the whole day,through anxiety, as we neared our destination, scarcelya word was spoken. We arrived at Andersonville aboutfour oclock P. M., May 1,1864. It was raining severelywhen the train reached the place. Even then we didnot imagine to what kind of quarters we were to beconsigned. The guard answered our interrogations asto where we were going to put up, by ironically point-ing out some comfortable looking barracks as our hab-itations. Suddenly the whole scene changed! A ferocious,round-shouldered little man, mounted upon a bay mare,surrounded by the guard who were to take the placeof those who had accompanied us on the cars, cameraving, swearing, and tearing round in a rao»«t extrava-gant manner. So ridiculous appeared to us his ges-tures, person, and looks, that we burst into a roar oflaughter; whereupon he turned upon us, bristling

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