. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . ea, and beyond was a fair-haired German, young andintelligent looking, whose hfe was ebbing tediously my right was a handsome young Sergeant of an IllinoisInfantry Kegiment, captured at Kenesaw. His left arm hadbeen amputated between the shoulder and elbow, and hewas turned into the Stockade with the stump all undressed,save the ligating of the arteries. Of course, he h
. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . ea, and beyond was a fair-haired German, young andintelligent looking, whose hfe was ebbing tediously my right was a handsome young Sergeant of an IllinoisInfantry Kegiment, captured at Kenesaw. His left arm hadbeen amputated between the shoulder and elbow, and hewas turned into the Stockade with the stump all undressed,save the ligating of the arteries. Of course, he had not beeninside an hour until the maggot flies had laid eggs in the openwound, and before the day was gone the worms were hatchedout, and rioting amid the inflamed and super-sensitive nerves,where their every motion was agony. Accustomed as wewere to misery, we found a still lower depth in his misfortune,and I would be happier could I forget his pale, drawn face, ashe wandered uncomplainingly to and fro, holding his maimedlimb with his right hand, occasionally stopping to squeeze it, asone does a boil, and press from it a stream of maggots and do not think he ate or slept for a week before he died. !Next. WOtTNDKD ILLINOIS 8ER- iJSTDEKSONYILLE. to him staid an Irish Sergeant of a T^^w York Eegimeut, a finesoldierly man, who, with pardonable pride, wore, conspicuouslyon his left breast, a medal gained by gallantry while a Britishsoldier in the Crimea. He was wasting away with diarrhea,and died before the month was out. This was what one could see on every square rod of theprison. Where I was was not only no worse than the rest ofthe prison, but was probably much better and healthier, as itwas the highest ground inside, farthest from the Swamp, andhaving the dead line on two sides, had a ventilation that thosenearer the center could not possibly have. Yet, with all theseconditions in our favor, the mortality was as I have described. Near us an exasperating idiot,who playe
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