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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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eaches and figs with la<jk-lustereyes; he was too far ^one to care for them. He pushed themback to me, saying faintly: JSo, you take em, Mc; I dont want em ; I cant eat em! I then produced the tobacco, and his face lighted up. Con-cluding that this was all the comfort that he could have, andthat I might as well gratify him, I cut up some of the weed,filled his pipe and lighted it. He smoked calmly and almosthappily all the afternoon, hardly speaking a word to me. Asit grew dark he asked me to bring him a drink. I did so, and as Iraised him up he said : Mc, this things ended. Tell my father that I stood it aslong as I could, and— The death rattle sounded in his throat, and when I laid himback it was all over. Straightening out his limbs, folding hishands across his breast, and composing his features as best Icould, I lay down beside the body and slept till morning, whenI did what little else I could toward preparing for the grave allthat was left of my long-suffering httle friend.
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DEATH OF WATTS. CnAPTEE XLYITL DETERMINATION TO ESCAPE DIFFERENT PLANS AND THEIR MERITS 1 PREFER THE APPALACUICOLA ROUTE PREPARATIONS FOK DEPARTURE A HOT DAY THE FENCE PASSED SUCCESSFULLY PURSUED BY THE HOUNDS CAUGHT RETURNED TO THE STOCK-ADE. After Watts death, I set earnestly about seeing what couldbe done in the way of escape. Frank Ilarney, of the FirstWest Virginia Cavalry, a boy of about my own age and dis-position, joined with me in the scheme. I was still possessedwith my original plan of making my way down the creeks tothe Flint River, down the Flint River to where it emptied intothe Appalachicola River, and down that stream to its debouchureinto the bay that connected with the Gulf of Mexico. I wassure of finding my way by this route, because, if nothing elseoffered, I could get astride of a log and float down the current*The way to Sherman, in the other direction, was long, torturousand difficult, ^vith a fearful gauntlet of blood-hounds, patrols andthe scouts of Hoods Army

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