. The immortal six hundred; a story of cruelty to Confederate prisoners of war . Pulaski, onCock-Spur Island, at the mouth of theSavannah River. 125 THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED Before leaving Morris Island someof our number, through influence athome, succeeded in being exchangedspecially. All the wounded of our party(fifty or more) were exchanged at Hil-ton Head. There was nothing of great momentoccurred on the trip from Morris Islandto Fort Pulaski. The white troops gaveus of their rations^ and made our condi-tion as comfortable as they could. There was an incident occurred,just as we were leavi
. The immortal six hundred; a story of cruelty to Confederate prisoners of war . Pulaski, onCock-Spur Island, at the mouth of theSavannah River. 125 THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED Before leaving Morris Island someof our number, through influence athome, succeeded in being exchangedspecially. All the wounded of our party(fifty or more) were exchanged at Hil-ton Head. There was nothing of great momentoccurred on the trip from Morris Islandto Fort Pulaski. The white troops gaveus of their rations^ and made our condi-tion as comfortable as they could. There was an incident occurred,just as we were leaving the stockade penon Morris Island, that made me regretvery much my hasty action. As I saidbefore, it was the general impression, aswe marched out of the pen, that we wereto be exchanged; and this fact made mefeel like telHng Colonel Hallowell myopinion of him. He was standing at theprison gate, glaring at us as we passedout. We were marching by fours; in thefours just ahead of me was Capt. BruceGibson, Major W. W. Goldsborough, andtwo other officers whose identity I now 126. CAPTAIN T. N. KENTGEORGIA (Planter) JILU ■ THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED forget. When I reached Hallo well Ihalted and said, You yellow-facedscoundrel, we are going back home now,and I hope and pray to God that it maybe my fortune to get my hands on you,that the world may be rid of such abrute. His face turned livic with shouted out to one of the niggerguards to shoot that man, meaning me;but the guard pointed his gun direct atCapt. Bruce Gibson, and would have killedhim but for the order of one of thenegro sergeants to put down his this time the line had passed Hallo-well, and Captain Gibson was saved. Inever in all my life was so unstrung; myfoolish temper had almost cost an inno-cent life—the life of my dearest this incident my temper was keptunder control. This was the only con-versation I ever had with Hallo he came into our prison pen I gotout of his way. I hated
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