Identifier: prisonerofwarinv00putn (find matches)
Title: A prisoner of war in Virginia 1864-5
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Putnam, George Haven, 1844-1930 Sturgis, Thomas, 1846-1914
Subjects: Libby Prison Danville Prison United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Prisoners and prisons
Publisher: New York, London, G. P. Putnam's Sons
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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was Colonel Dan. Macauley of the nthIndiana) called from his horse (and it is my memorythat at that hour but very few of the officers hadventured to mount their horses) for men to go outand drag in the last gun. A group of us startedacross the field, but just as we went forward, Mac-auley received a shot through his chest. The menin the line, finding that the Butternuts wereworking across the pike to the north, fell back, ifI understand rightly not under any orders butwith the instinct of veterans to keep themselvesfrom being outflanked. When I reached the gun,I found that there were not enough men with meto make it possible to move the piece across therough ground, and we were almost immediatelycut off by an intervening line of the enemy. Theslope was an uncomfortable resting-place, as fora brief time it was receiving a scattering fire fromboth sides. We lay down flat on tlic rough turf,and while I was not even at that time a large man,I remember having the uncomfortable feeling, as
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PUBLIC UBHAuY A9W>t kBNOX AND Taken Prisoner 9 the zip, zip of the balls went over our heads, thatI was swelling upward as big as an elephant. Wehad, however, but few minutes to be troubled withthis phase of the situation, as the second line ofthe enemy soon came sweeping across the roadand promptly took possession of our little group.I was the only officer in the lot and I think theremay have been with me eight or nine men. As Isaw the advance of the rebel line, I had hidden mysword in a cleft of the rock. It was a presentationsword bearing, in addition to my own name, thoseof the company officers of my regiment, and I havebeen hoping since the war that some impecuniousSoutherner would be interested, for a proper con-sideration, in looking up the owner; but I havehad no tidings of it. I had in my belt a smallRemington revolver and without thinking thematter out, I had, in place of disposing of the pistol,taken out and thrown away the cylinder. Thefirst Butternut with whom I came i

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