A genealogical history of the French and allied families . t time of mylife. Once more back to real freedom! When our thoughts reverted tothe prison pen, where thirty-two thousand were huddled together in aboutthirty acres, and where they died at the rate of ninety a day during ourconfinement there, it made us thankful beyond expression for our deliver-ance. After being fed and given some clothing, we were taken by wagon toAtlanta, Georgia, four miles south. Brother Oscar came to see me beforewe started. For him, it was almost like the dead coming to life, for theyhad all believed that I was k
A genealogical history of the French and allied families . t time of mylife. Once more back to real freedom! When our thoughts reverted tothe prison pen, where thirty-two thousand were huddled together in aboutthirty acres, and where they died at the rate of ninety a day during ourconfinement there, it made us thankful beyond expression for our deliver-ance. After being fed and given some clothing, we were taken by wagon toAtlanta, Georgia, four miles south. Brother Oscar came to see me beforewe started. For him, it was almost like the dead coming to life, for theyhad all believed that I was killed instead of being captured. At Atlantawe were taken to the Soldiers Home, where we had plenty to eat. It wasat this place that my comrade in the escape, George H. Wagerley of Chilli-cothe, Ohio, and I became separated, and I have never seen him since. Ithas only been recently that I have been able to get into communication withhim, as the correspondence in the following pages indicates. I found some of the boys from my company, and went with them to.
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