Four Years in Secessia: Adventures Within and Beyond the Union Lines Embracing a Great Variety of Facts, Incidents, and Romance of the War ...

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W.H. Davis, 1866 - United States - 450 pages
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Page 153 - They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable ; there is none that doeth good, no, not one. Their throat is an open sepulchre : with their tongues they have used deceit: the poison of asps is under their lips: whose mouth is full of cursing and bitterness: their feet are swift to shed blood : destruction and misery are in their ways ; and the way of peace have they not known : there is no fear of God before their eyes.
Page 152 - Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ. According as he hath chosen us in him, before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love. Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will, to the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.
Page 153 - They encourage themselves in an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them? 6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward thought of every one of them, and the heart, is deep.
Page 332 - The greater part of the Northern prisoners have now been released, I believe, but there was no more reason why they should have been paroled or exchanged since February than there was ten or twelve months ago. No complications, no obstacles had been removed in the meantime. Our prisoners might just as well have been released a year since as a month since, and if they had been, thousands of lives would have been saved to the republic, not to speak of those near...
Page 59 - It is the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What ! is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? SHAKSPEARE.
Page 318 - ... and yet the heart, by a strange inconsistency, kept up its throbs, and preserved the physical being of a hundred and fifty wretched captives, who, no doubt, often prayed to die. Few persons can have any idea of a long imprisonment in the South. They usually regard it merely as an absence of freedom, a deprivation of the pleasures and excitements of ordinary life. They do not take into consideration the scant and miserable rations that no one, unless he be half-famished, can eat; the necessity...
Page 368 - God bless the Negroes,' say I, with earnest lips. During our entire captivity, and after our escape, they were ever our firm, brave, unflinching friends. We never made an appeal to them they did not answer.
Page 141 - ... Advance was followed by retreat, success by repulse. Success was always shifting, but never settled. Hope and fear, joy and sorrow, seized the soul by turns, and every hour held a month of emotions. All consciousness of time ceased ; all thought of the future, all recollection of the past, everything was absorbed in the sanguinary present, and external nature assumed the hue of blood. Men glared at each other as at wild beasts, and when a shell burst with fatal effect among a crowd of the advancing...
Page 35 - I, having no taste for liquor, began to envy them, as, in their increasing intoxication, they seemed to enjoy themselves after a sardonic fashion. The fleas redoubled their ferocity on me, and I surrendered at discretion, and at last became resigned to their attacks, until, a few minutes after, a storm that had been gathering burst with fierce lightning, heavy thunder, and torrents of rain. A happy idea seized me. I caught up my saddle and bridle, and placed them on my sable steed, " Festus," which...
Page 332 - We particularly endeavored to learn who was responsible for the murder — for it was nothing else — of thousands of our brave soldiers; and we did learn. There was but one answer to all our questions, and that was, Edwin M. Stanton, Secretary of War. Although he knew the exact condition of affairs in the rebel prisons, he always insisted that we could not afford to exchange captives with the South: that it was not policy.

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