. On wheels and how I came there; a real story for real boys and girls, giving the personal experiences and observations of a fifteen-year-old Yankee boy as soldier and prisoner in the American civil war . which accords with my knowledge of tlieplace, I have copied from a report of a Confederatesurgeon given at the Wirz trial after the close of thewar. The illustration on the opposite page is a fairrepresentation of it, so far as it can be pictured. On our way to this pen, a little to tlie right of tliesouthwest corner of the stockade, we saw four ragged,skeleton-looking Union prisoners confin
. On wheels and how I came there; a real story for real boys and girls, giving the personal experiences and observations of a fifteen-year-old Yankee boy as soldier and prisoner in the American civil war . which accords with my knowledge of tlieplace, I have copied from a report of a Confederatesurgeon given at the Wirz trial after the close of thewar. The illustration on the opposite page is a fairrepresentation of it, so far as it can be pictured. On our way to this pen, a little to tlie right of tliesouthwest corner of the stockade, we saw four ragged,skeleton-looking Union prisoners confined in stocks,with hands, feet, and neck securely fastened. Asthey lay there motionless, their blackened faces uj)-turned toward the clear sky, they were in appearancemuch like the poor fellow we picked up at Colum-bus, and looked as if they might be dead. As we went through the second or middle stockadea little to the riglit of the south gate we passed abrush shelter made with poles resting on stakes, wliichwere covered with pine boughs, having open sides andno floor. Lying on the ground under this shade wecounted over twenty emaciated, blackened humanforms. The most of them were covered from head. THE NEW ENIEIUXG ANDERSONVILLE PRISON. 223 to foot \vitli angry looking sores. They were lyingside by side and were entirely destitute of was the Andersonville dead-house, throughwhich, during twelve months, between twelve andthirteen thousand Union soldiers were carried, wdiosegraves in the national cemetery at that place are allmarked by small white marble slabs, all provided andkept in order by the United States moie who were coniined in Andersonville, inattempting to escape, perished in the surrounding for-ests and swamps, and so were not buried in the ceme-tery, and a record of whose death was never made. This shroudless squad of emaciated bodies was thelast sight that met our wondering gaze before theheavy iron bolt was drawn and the massive
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