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It was in the latter part of September 1863, we arrived at Camp Morton named for Governor Mortonof Indiana. The Prison had been the State fairgrounds enclosed with a stockade about twelve feethigh, made of one by twelve inch plank nailed upright on the outside of which was a sentry walk orplatform about three feet from the top. About eightor ten acres were enclosed, and the old cattle andanimal sheds were our barracks. These houses weremade of plank placed up and down with the cracksor joints not broken or stripped and had dirt floors.The barracks had three rows of board bunks on eachside of an eight foot passage way. Three men wereassigned each bunk and no bedding furnished. Threeto four thousand men were confined in this Camp under very strict surveillance. It was a motley crowd,dressed or partly dressed in all kinds of clothes except good and clean ones. Most of the men whencaptured, were worn out and famished and theirfaces had a haggard and weary appearance.
The sutler was allowed to sell us large guttapercha coat buttons at five cents each. These we wouldboil in tin cups until they resumed their originalshape. With great patience the worker would cutthe centre out and fashion it into a ring. Old goldpens, pieces of silver, brass buttons, and any otherbright metal was used in making sets representingclasped hands, hearts and shields and other designswhich were nicely engraved and highly polishedThe sets were riveted in with pins or strips of metalso perfectly that the fastenings could not be dectected. We used sand paper and a greasy cloth to polish. With my two bunk companions for partners Istarted a ring factory. These men were JohnathanSmith, farmer and blacksmith and R. M. Espy afarmer, both from Henry county, Alabama. Smithwas somewhat of a genius at tinkering, Espy hadno skill in any particular line and I was an untrained boy with a bent toward barter and some tact asa salesman.
Several of the company had their musical instruments until forced marches caused them to disappear, and thus we had music, and a glee club gaveexcellent vocal entertainments around the camp firesor under the trees, but these too, disappeared in thesevere campaigns. At first we had chess, checkers,cards and games, but after the first year all gamesexcept cards were abandoned. I have seen menplaying poker on a knapsack within ten steps of apreacher discoursing to men sitting on the groundaround him.
At Fredericksburg, from the top of a hill, I sawthe morning sun shining brightly over some hundreds of dead lying on the frozen ground and nearlyall stripped of clothing taken by our men to wardoff the cold.
As early as February 21, 1865, General Lee reported that he was accumulating supplies in the line ofhis proposed retreat which did not commence untilApril 2, but many of us before that had discussedaround our camp fires the impossibility of holdingRichmond against four to one who had fortifiedthemselves and kept building breastworks towardsthe only railroad that brought us the scant food wegot. One may well say that Grant's spades did moreto take Richmond than did his guns. We had notthe men to spare for charging forty miles of works,nor could we take any one part without strippingour own line of its defenders. One not familiar withthese lines will never understand how much laborthey cost. Near the crater there was a front linewith broad ditch for fighting. In the rear of thisanother line for bringing in relief, provisions, andcarrying out the dead and wounded. Then therewere numerous cross ditches and banks of earth called traverses, perpendicular to the main line to prevent enfialde fire. Although not required of me,for over a month I took part in defense of this line.I would be roused up, take a gun fire every minuteor two in the darkness toward the enemy about 100yards distant, this to prevent them from forming aline for attack. At the end of two hours I wouldwake up the next man, lie down in the ditch, and myrelief would stand with one foot on each side of myhead and fire in the same way till the turn of thenext man came. This sort of firing did not preventus from sleeping soundly, but when they played sky-ball with 100-pouder mortar shells we were wideawake at once. Undertaking to dodge one sleek,black shell that appeared to be dropping directly onus from the sky one day, my chin came in contactwth Prince Anderson's head, and both of us wereknocked down just as the shell exploded burying apiece weighing at least twenty pounds in the hardclay within a foot of us. Each of us believed for aninstant that we were wounded by the shell. One ofthese shells fell among some Virginia artillerymenengaged in a game of poker within a few yards ofus and killed nine. I did not like fighting in breastworks, but in the open where one can look his enemyin the eyes as I have done at less than two paces,one can feel that his manhood is worth something.
I was thoroughly imbued with the idea that it wasnot in accord with the character of a chivalroussouthern soldier and gentleman to be guilty of robbing the dead. It was with pain and sorrow that Iwas forced to confess that we had in the ranks ofour army ghouls and vandals capable of such conduct nevertheless. I saw the sun rise after Fredericksburg on more than 1000 corpses, stripped of every vestige of their clothing which could be usefulto the victors and on other occasions after we hadrecovered from the enemy the ground where our owndead lay, I saw that they, too, had vandals in theirranks.
The result was, that a number of foolish negroeslost their lives, and the trouble subsided. When McKinley appointed negro postmasters in little villagesin Georgia and South Carolina, where little girls andwomen had to come in contact with thick-lipped Africans, some other negroes lost their lives. The negro, Indian and Chinaman always get the hot end ofthe poker in conflicts with the Caucasian.
They siezed him at night in his own house, hungand otherwise maltreated him, but remaining obdurate, they stripped him, burnt splinters of pine tillthe ends were fiery coals and bored holes in his fleshwith the live coals. 041b061a72