. Daring and suffering: a history of the Andrews Railroad Raid into Georgia in 1862 .. . We had hoped that this title of which we had becomeheartily sick would now be left behind; but it still clung to us and seemedominous of further suffering. The Marshal then gave his orders andcalled a guide, under whose direction we again marched off. Richmond and its Prisons. 375 By this time it was daylight, December 7th, 1862. Richmond lookedstill more cheerless by the cold beams of daybreak than it did before. We marched along several tedious streets until we came near the bankof James
. Daring and suffering: a history of the Andrews Railroad Raid into Georgia in 1862 .. . We had hoped that this title of which we had becomeheartily sick would now be left behind; but it still clung to us and seemedominous of further suffering. The Marshal then gave his orders andcalled a guide, under whose direction we again marched off. Richmond and its Prisons. 375 By this time it was daylight, December 7th, 1862. Richmond lookedstill more cheerless by the cold beams of daybreak than it did before. We marched along several tedious streets until we came near the bankof James River, where we halted in front of a most desolate-looking, butvery large brick building, surrounded by a formidable circle of sentinel summoned an officer, and we learned, as we had already sur-mised, that this was none other than the far-famed Libby Prison. We hadexpected to enter it, having heard that it was the place to which exchangedprisoners were sent on their way to City Point, where exchanges werecompleted. We hoped that we would not be obliged to stay here a whole. Libby Prison. From a photograph. day as we had done at Lynchburg. We went up a flight of stairs, and onturning to the right entered a vast open room, with a multitude of peoplein it, and saw almost for the first time since leaving Mitchels camp, theold familiar United States uniform. We were at once in the midst ofcomrades. At first our greeting was not very warm, as we still wore the citizenclothes, or rather rags, which had done duty day and night for the pasteight months. Our appearance was not prepossessing, being now moreemaciated and tattered than the average of prisoners; but our story wasan unfailing passport, and we were soon heartily welcomed. There wasonly one small stove in the midst of the great room, and as many of the 3/6 Daring and Suffering. inmates as possible were closely huddled around it. But they generouslymade way for us and our blood was thawed, after which we had leisure to
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