. Prison life in the South : at Richmond, Macon, Savannah, Charleston, Columbia, Charlotte, Raleigh, Goldsborough, and Andersonville, during the years 1864 and 1865. rfresh trail, we soon saw them descending the hill-side, ledby a monster black hound, trained to the exalted positionof leading a pack. At first sight of them, we resolved to stand our groundand defend ourselves as best we could, and, in case of ne-cessity, to leap into the water, which was half-breast deep near us. But, on a nearer approach, K suggested that we climb; and thinking perhaps our resistancemight form a pretext for in
. Prison life in the South : at Richmond, Macon, Savannah, Charleston, Columbia, Charlotte, Raleigh, Goldsborough, and Andersonville, during the years 1864 and 1865. rfresh trail, we soon saw them descending the hill-side, ledby a monster black hound, trained to the exalted positionof leading a pack. At first sight of them, we resolved to stand our groundand defend ourselves as best we could, and, in case of ne-cessity, to leap into the water, which was half-breast deep near us. But, on a nearer approach, K suggested that we climb; and thinking perhaps our resistancemight form a pretext for insult and injury by our cap-tors, I accepted the suggestion, and, mounting the bank,we sprang up into the boughs of an oak; but, no soonerhad we cleared our distance, than the hounds came bound-ing full six feet high up the tree after us. Fortunately,we were beyond their reach, which fact seemed to aggra-vate their ferocity. I had, then and there, a few moments profitable reflec-tion. Looking down into those deep mouths gapingupon me, and those hideous teeth that had torn the fleshof many a man, I thought of the many helpless women SKETCHES OF PRISON LIFE. 289. Recaptured. and children that had been mangled by them—of thepoor slaves that had been hunted down like wild beasts,and then, when at bay, had been shot and wounded, sothat the dogs could go in and wool the nigs as theytermed this interesting performance. But soon our attention was called to our captor, whowas at this time just descending the hill-side in hot pur-suit, armed with a double-barreled shot-gun. Approach-ing nearer, he began to* curse us in true Southern style,not excepting the Southern slang, and closing with theepithet Abolitionist with a qualifying word. N 290 SKETCHES OF PRISON LIFE. Coming closer, he asked us if we surrendered, at thesame time making sundry demonstrations with his replied that I did not see what else we could do, aswe could not go much farther in our last direction (point-ing up t
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