. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . d in hishand au unfinished letter, thelast words of which were, Allis quiet along the lines. From the prisoners welearned that a sergeant and oneman were about two miles upthe road. All of the captured soldiershad their horses in the sheds, anda portion of our party mountedthese, going at once in search ofthe missing ones. We gathered up all the arms,and everything else we couldcarry, and started for the smallboats. The prisoners were put
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . d in hishand au unfinished letter, thelast words of which were, Allis quiet along the lines. From the prisoners welearned that a sergeant and oneman were about two miles upthe road. All of the captured soldiershad their horses in the sheds, anda portion of our party mountedthese, going at once in search ofthe missing ones. We gathered up all the arms,and everything else we couldcarry, and started for the smallboats. The prisoners were puton the steamer under guard, andby this time the boys had cap-tured the other two men. Then it was necessary toswim the horses across to theswamp on the other side, and indoing so we used the small boats, two men rowing while two took the horsesby the head, and the fifth stood in the stern to keep the alligators awayfrom the animals. After reaching the opposite bank we made our way for a mile and a halfthrough the swamp, where, as we were afterward told, no man had evertrodden before. At every house on our return we stopped in search for Left in the Swamp. AMERICAN HEROISM. 379 Our boys on the horses captured a mail carrier with what proved to bevaluable letters, and we reached Palatka aboul sunset with our prisoners,much to 1 he surprise of every one. While we were swimming the horses across the river, all who could bespared from that work were put on guard, and when the animals were overeach told the other to come in. One of the boys did not hear the summons,and we left him on guard, not knowing until roll call that he was three days and nights he finally got into camp, where he cried likea child for gladness. He had subsisted on wild oranges and berries duringhis wearisome march, and was very much weakened by his exertions. Hesaid we had not been away two hours before the Confederate cavalry were asthick in that vicinity as hairs on a dog. On exa
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