. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . nemy. Ilis voice could ever be heard above the firiiv^^, cursingthe Rebels bitterly, and urging the boys to Stand up to em 1 Stand right up to em! Dont give a inch! Let the have the best you got in the shop! Shoot low, and dont waste a cartridge! When we surrendered, Ned seemed to yield sullenly to theinevitable. He threw his belt and apparently his revolver withit upon the sno
. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . nemy. Ilis voice could ever be heard above the firiiv^^, cursingthe Rebels bitterly, and urging the boys to Stand up to em 1 Stand right up to em! Dont give a inch! Let the have the best you got in the shop! Shoot low, and dont waste a cartridge! When we surrendered, Ned seemed to yield sullenly to theinevitable. He threw his belt and apparently his revolver withit upon the snow. A guard was formed around us, and wegathered about the fires that were started. Ned sat apart, hisarms folded, his head upon his breast, brooding bitterly uponWalters death. A horseman, evidently a Colonel or General,clattered up to give some directions concerning us. At thesound of his voice Ned raised his head and gave him a swiftglance; the gold stars upon the Rebels collar led him to believe A STOBY OF KEBEL MILITAKY PRISONS. 63 that he was the commander of the enemy. Ned sprang to hisfeet, made a long stride forward, snatched from the breast ofhis overcoat the revolver he had been hiding there, cocked it. HED JOHNSON TRYING TO KILL THE REBEL COLONEL. and leveled it at the Eebels breast. Before^ he could pull thetrigger Orderly Sergeant Charles Bentley, of his Company,who was watching him, leaped forward, caught his wrist andthrew the revolver up. Others joined in, took the weaponaway, and handed it over to the officer, who then ordered us allto be searched for arms, and rode away. All our dejection could not make us forget that we wereintensely hungry. We had eaten nothing all day. The fightbegan before we had time to get any breakfast, and of coursethere was no interval for refreshments during the Eebels were no better off than we, having been marchedrapidly all night in order to come upon us by daylight. Late in the evening a few sacks of meal were give
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