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Title: 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
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: McElroy, John, 1846-1929
Subjects: Andersonville Prison United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: Toledo : D. R. Locke
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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use brute force. His face, clean-shaved, except a Bowery-bhoy goatee, was white, fat, and selfishly sensual.SmaU, pig-hke eyes, set close together, glanced around contin-ually. His legs were short, his body long, and made to appear 80 ANDEESONVILLE. still longer, by his wearing no vest—a custom common thenwith Southerners. His faculties were at that moment absorbed in seeing that noperson concealed any money from him. His subordinates didnot search closely enough to suit him, and he would run his fat,heavily-ringed fingers through the prisoners hair, feel under theirarms and elsewhere where he thought a stray five dollar green-back might be concealed. But with all his greedy care he wasno match for Yankee cunning. The prisoners told me after-ward that, suspecting they would be searched, they had takenoff the caps of the large, hollow brass buttons of their coats,carefully folded a bill into each cavity, and replaced the cap.In this way they brought in several hundred dollars safely.
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TURNER Tin QUEST OF BRmSH GOLD. There was one dirty old Englishman in the party, who. Tur-ner was convinced, had money concealed about his person. Hecompelled him to strip off everything, and stand shivering inthe sharp cold, while he took up one lilthy rag after another,felt over each carefully, and scrutinized each seam and fold. I A STOET OF KEBEL MTLITAKY PRISONS. 81 was delighted to see that after all his nauseating work he didnot find so much as a five cent piece. . It came my turn. I had no desire, in that frigid atmosphere,to strip down to Avhat Artemus Ward called the skanderlouscostoom of the Greek Slave, so I pulled out of my pocket mylittle store of wealth — ten dollars in greenbacks, sixty dollarsin Confederate gray backs — and displayed it as Turner came upwith, Theres all I have, sir. Turner pocketed it without aword, and did not search me. In after months, when I wasnearly famished, my estimation of Majah Tunnah was hardlyenhanced by the reflection that what would

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