. Prison life in the South : at Richmond, Macon, Savannah, Charleston, Columbia, Charlotte, Raleigh, Goldsborough, and Andersonville, during the years 1864 and 1865. les on foot,through the mud and wet. And one old lady and hertwo daughters (a Mrs. Scott, of Wilson County, BlackCreek District, North Carolina) came in an ox-cart, twen-ty miles, to do what they could. I was able to obtainonly the names of the following. There were others; letthem be remembered by every patriot, for they were lia-ble to arrest at the time they were there. Mary AnnPeacock, Goldsboro, North Carolina; Mary Starling,
. Prison life in the South : at Richmond, Macon, Savannah, Charleston, Columbia, Charlotte, Raleigh, Goldsborough, and Andersonville, during the years 1864 and 1865. les on foot,through the mud and wet. And one old lady and hertwo daughters (a Mrs. Scott, of Wilson County, BlackCreek District, North Carolina) came in an ox-cart, twen-ty miles, to do what they could. I was able to obtainonly the names of the following. There were others; letthem be remembered by every patriot, for they were lia-ble to arrest at the time they were there. Mary AnnPeacock, Goldsboro, North Carolina; Mary Starling,Mary A. Worrel, Eachel Worrel, Hepsey Jackson, Mar-tha Sicer, Pikeville, North Carolina. It may be trulysaid of them, as of one of old, They have done what they could. While here we received a magnificent donation of awagon-load of provisions from Snow Hill, North Caro-lina. Before it was unloaded, all said, Send it to theenlisted men, and there it went, with a contribution of$470 from the officers with it. I would also mentionthat several gentlemen at Raleigh remembered us kindlyin the shape of provisions, and prominent among themwas Governor Hoi den. 2*1, I. SKETCHES OF PRISON LIFE. 180 We left Goldsboro at 6 , crowded, piled, jammedon the train, inside and out, and, amid songs and cheers,started for Wilmington, which was now in our posses-sion. Rode all night, and daylight found us standing onthe track, three miles from Northeast Bridge, fourteenmiles from Wilmington. This place, we found, was theoutpost picket-line of the Rebels. At eight oclock downcame Colonel Hatch (late captain) on a special train, witha white flag flying from his engine. As he ran on to aswitch, we backed up and passed him, giving him oneof our good loyal Union songs. He then took the lead,and we followed. All this certainly looked like ex-change. As we neared the bridge our expectations be-gan to rise, and each one was looking ahead to catch asight, as soon as possible, of something that was notRe
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