. 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 . tness. There was nomistake now; they had found our trail, and were running usdown. The change from fearful apprehension to the crushingreality stopped us stock-still in our tracks. At the next breath the hounds came bursting through thewoods in plain sight, and in full cry. We obeyed our firstimpulse; rushed back into the swamp, forced our way for a fewyards through the flesh-t
. 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 . tness. There was nomistake now; they had found our trail, and were running usdown. The change from fearful apprehension to the crushingreality stopped us stock-still in our tracks. At the next breath the hounds came bursting through thewoods in plain sight, and in full cry. We obeyed our firstimpulse; rushed back into the swamp, forced our way for a fewyards through the flesh-tearing impediments, until we gained alarge cypress, upon whose great knees we climbed — thoroughlyexhausted—just as the yelping pack reached the edge of thewater, and stopped there and bayed at us. It was a physicalimpossibility for us to go another step. In a moment the low-browed villain who had charge of the 372 ANDEESONTILLE, hounds came galloping up on his mule, tooting signals to hisdogs as he came, on the cow-horn slung from his shoulders. Ue immediately discovered us, covered us with his revolver,and yelled out: Come ashore, there, quick: you s! There was no help for it. We climbed down oil the knees. come ASnOKE, THERE, QUICK. and started towards the land. As we neared it, the houndsbecame almost frantic, and it seemed as if we would be torn topieces the moment they could reach us. But the master dis-mounted and drove them back. He was surly — even savage to us, but seemed in too much hurry to get back to Avaste any time annoying us with the dogs. He ordered us to getaround in front of the mule, and start back to camp. Womoved as rapidly as our fatigue and our lacerated feet wouldallow us, and before midnight wer-c again in the hospital, A 6T0EY OF BEBEL MILITAKY miSONS. 373 fatigued, filthy, torn, bruised and wretched beyond descriptionor conception. The next morning wo were turned back into the Stockade aspunishmenL cnArTEn xlix. ATTOFST GOOD LUCK m NOT ^rEETTX
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