Terrors and horrors of prison life; or, Six months a prisoner at Camp Chase, Ohio . Kurd, Doui>-herty and myself a^^Teed to stay toj^ctil-er, and turned our steps homeward. AVe had eaten ourlast morsel tne day before and atcer nig-ncfall the daywe were paroled we stopped at a house to tr3^ to getsome food. We walked up to the gate in front of thehouse. A yank was sitting- on his horse, two othersw^ere sitting on the rail fence, one on each side of thegate, while the man of the house was standing insidewith his hands on the gate. We called out Goodevening gentlemen, we are paroled Confederat
Terrors and horrors of prison life; or, Six months a prisoner at Camp Chase, Ohio . Kurd, Doui>-herty and myself a^^Teed to stay toj^ctil-er, and turned our steps homeward. AVe had eaten ourlast morsel tne day before and atcer nig-ncfall the daywe were paroled we stopped at a house to tr3^ to getsome food. We walked up to the gate in front of thehouse. A yank was sitting- on his horse, two othersw^ere sitting on the rail fence, one on each side of thegate, while the man of the house was standing insidewith his hands on the gate. We called out Goodevening gentlemen, we are paroled Confederate soldiersand are hungry and want something to eat. The manof the house said he had nothing to give us, and turnedanlwenc into the house. The reaiaining yanks askedwhere we were frOiii. Telling them Ljuisiaaa, one of them said: *It is a d shame that a man so far from home and a prisoner of war, should be deniedsomething to eaL He then rode off but soon cameback and called to me, saying: Here, Johnny, take thisit is all lean get for you, and he handed me a shoulderof meat, saying
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