Life and Death in Rebel Prisons: Giving a Complete History of the Inhuman and Barbarous Treatment of Our Brave Soldiers by Rebel Authorities, Inflicting Terrible Suffering and Frightful Mortality, Principally at Andersonville, Ga., and Florence, S.C.
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Page 198 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Page 159 - ... men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Page 60 - midst the brotherhood on high To be at home with God. 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose To spend eternal years. 3 It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty.
Page 385 - Vermin swarmed every where ; they tortured us while we tried to sleep on our coarse blankets, and kept us in torment when awake. No light of any kind was furnished us; and there we sat night after night in the thick darkness, inhaling the foul vapors and the acrid smoke, longing for the morning when we could again catch a glimpse of the overarching sky.
Page 420 - ... deliberately and in cold blood the propriety of leaving them in their present condition until their number has been sufficiently reduced by death to make the present arrangements suffice for their accommodation...
Page iii - Life and Death in Rebel Prisons : giving a Complete History of the Inhuman and Barbarous Treatment of our Brave Soldiers by Rebel Authorities, inflicting Terrible Suffering and Frightful Mortality, principally at Andersonville, Ga., and Florence, SC, describing Plans of Escape, Arrival of Prisoners, with numerous and varied Incidents and Anecdotes of Prison Life.
Page 156 - Jim" and his comrades, they soon ferreted out the infamous scoundrels. They were taken outside, where they were to be tried by a jury of twelve men selected from the newly arrived, who of course would know the least about them, and would therefore be more impartial in rendering the verdict. Beneath their tents were found. knives, pistols, watches, money, &c., and it is said that buried beneath one tent was the body of a man who was supposed to have been murdered by them. It was a day of great excitement,...
Page 60 - TT is not death to die ; To leave this weary road, And 'mid the brotherhood on high To be at home with God.
Page 386 - ... 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 of going cold and hungry in the wet and wintry season; the constant torture from vermin, of which no care or...
Page 420 - Mr. Davis was not capable of being the instrument of death ; he was too good to be the keeper of a prison, and withhold from starving men their scanty rations, but he could send them out of his sight, away from the prison in plain view of his residence, into the dense forests of Georgia, and there forget them.