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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
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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thanNo. 1 in name, it would not fill the bill. We had not long toremain in suspense, for soon another non-commissioned officerpassed through at the head of a train of attendants, bearingtrays. Consulting the list in his hand, he said to one of hisfollowers, Two No. Is, and that satellite set down two largeplates, upon each of which were a cup of coffee, a shred of meat,two boiled eggs and a couple of rolls. Well, said Andrews, as the procession moved away, Iwant to know where this things going to stop. I am tryinghard to get used to wearing a shirt without any lice in it, andto sitting down on a chair, and to sleeping in a clean bed, butwhen it comes to having my meals sent to my room, Im afraid40 626 AMDElibO^VlLLE. Ill degenerate into a pampered child of luxury. They arereally piling it on too strong. Let us see, Mc.; how longs itbeen since we were sitting on the sand there in Florence, boilingour pint of meal in that old can ? It seems many years, Lale, I said; but for heavens sake
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l WANT TO KNOW WHERE THIS TUINgs GOING TO STOP. let us try to forget it as soon as possible. We will alwaysremember too much of it. And we did try hard to mali:e the miserable recollections fadeout of our minds. When we were stripped on the balcony wethrew away every visible token that could remind us of thehateful experience we had passed through. We did not retain ascrap of paper or a relic to recall the unhappy past. Weloathed everything connected with it. The days that followed were very happy ones. The Pay- A BTOBT OF BEBEL lOLITABT PBIBONi. 627 master came around and paid us each two months pay andtwenty-five cents a day ration money for every day we hadbeen in prison. This gave Andrews and I about one hundredand sixty-five dollars apiece — an abundance of spending money.Uncle Sam was very kind and considerate to his soldier nephews,and the Hospital authorities neglected nothing that would addto our comfort. The superbly-kept grounds of the KavalAcademy were renewing the fresh

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