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., Describing Plans of Escape, Arrival of Prisoners, with Numerous and Varied Incidents and Anecdotes of Prison Life

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L. Stebbins, 1865 - 400 Seiten
First hand account by non-commissioned officer in the 16th Conneticut. Captured in North Carolina in 1864. Book is based on his diary and describes his experience in Confederate prisons.

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Seite 155 - ... 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.
Seite 103 - TRUE hope is based on energy of character. A strong mind always .hopes, and has always cause to hope, because it knows the mutability of human affairs, and how slight a circumstance may change the whole course of events. Such a spirit, too, rests upon itself; it is not confined to partial views, or to one particular object. And if at last all should be lost, it has saved itself, — its own integrity and worth. Hope awakens courage, while despondency is the last of all evils ; it is the abandonment...
Seite 379 - 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.
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 152 - ... 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, and one which we thought would place an effectual barrier against such operations in the future....
Seite 195 - FORGET thee?" — If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day, If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet's heart can pay, If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven's protecting power, If winged thoughts that flit to thee — a thousand in an hour, If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot, — If this thou call'st " forgetting," thou indeed shalt be forgot ! "Forget thee?
Seite 375 - A" tent were furnished to each squad of 100 ; with the closest crowding, these sheltered about half the prisoners. The rest burrowed in the ground, crept under the buildings, or shivered through the night in the open air upon the frozen ground. If the rebels, at the time of our capture, had not stolen our shelter-tents, blankets, clothing, and money, they would have suffered little from cold. If the prison authorities had permitted them, either on parole or under guard, to cut logs within two miles...
Seite 385 - CV, who was removed to that place from Andersonville on the 1st of November, 1864. It was pleasantly situated, about eighty miles north of Savannah, in a country where pine forests abound. Indeed, these were a prominent feature in the external surroundings of many of the Southern prisons. Trees would be felled, a clearing made, and here located the rude structure that was to be the cheerless home of thousands for long, weary months. Could a voice be given to these silent groves, and they become witnesses...
Seite 379 - Think of men of delicate organization, accustomed to ease and luxury, of fine taste, and a passionate love for the beautiful, without a word of sympathy, or a whisper of hope, wearing their days out amid such scenes. Not a pleasant sound, nor a sweet odor, nor a vision of fairness, ever reached them. They were buried as completely as if they lay beneath the ruins of Pompeii or Herculancurn.
Seite 376 - The field-pieces opened with grape and canister, and they dispersed to their quarters. In five minutes from its beginning the attempt was quelled, and hardly a prisoner was to be seen in the yard. The Rebels killed sixteen in all, and wounded sixty. Not one-tenth of the prisoners had taken part in the attempt ; and many of them were ignorant of it until they heard the guns. Deliberate, cold-blooded murders of peaceable men, where there was no pretence that they were breaking any prison regulation,...

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