. 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 . tesimal place in constantly bursting shells, denominated rotten shot by the darkies,had some terror for us. but they sank into insignificance when the dangersfrom •Yellow Jack* were considered. 434 THE STORY OF Early in October rumors prevailed that we were to be removed to someother point, and, believing that an opportunity for escape would presentitself, I invited three friends—Captain J. E. Lewis, 11th Connecticut, Captain Alfre
. 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 . tesimal place in constantly bursting shells, denominated rotten shot by the darkies,had some terror for us. but they sank into insignificance when the dangersfrom •Yellow Jack* were considered. 434 THE STORY OF Early in October rumors prevailed that we were to be removed to someother point, and, believing that an opportunity for escape would presentitself, I invited three friends—Captain J. E. Lewis, 11th Connecticut, Captain Alfred Grant, 19th Wisconsin, and Captain Harry , 8th New Jersey Regiment—to join me in theattempt to gain the freedom we so ardently coveted,and for which we had repeatedly and arduously we found a portion of an oldmap of South Carolina, and, carefully studying it,formed a plan of action. Next morning, October^ 6th, six hundred of us were marched to the depot ^v * where we took passage on dilapidated cars at-tached to a wheezing locomotive. As we passed out of the city we saw a camp on the mVM^ old race course filled with. Scene in Southern Prison. the most wretched looking beings it was ever my lot to gaze upon. Theywere Union soldiers — prisoners of war. Their condition was pitiablein the extreme. Although we were greatly distressed, many of us in with tiltli and vermin, and half starved; some sick, others unable tostand 0r walk on account of scurvy: yet our hearts went out to those bravemen who were thus huddled together in the open air. with nothing save the AMERICAN HEROISM. 485 ground for a bed. and Heavens canopy for covering. The terrible picture ofthat camp will ever remain impressed upon my memory. My chosen companions and myself had matured our plans; all thatremained was to put them into execution. During the day I had taken theprecaution to remove the percussion caps from the ritles of the seven armedguards who occupied
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