Identifier: andersonvilles00mcel (find matches)
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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h partedlips, faces fleshless and pinched, long, unkempt and ragged hairand whiskers just stirred by the lazy breeze, the rotting feetand limbs drawn up, and skinny hands clenched in the lastagonies. Their fate seemed harder than that of any who had diedbefore them. It was doubtful if many of them knew that theywere at last inside of our own lines. Again the kind-hearted boys of the brigade crowded aroundus with proffers of service. Of an Ohio boy who directed hiskind tenders to Andrews and me, we procured a chunk of coarserosin soap about as big as a pack of cards, and a towel. Neverwas there as great a quantity of solid comfort got out of that 600 AJ^DKRSONVILLE. much soap as we obtained. It was the first that we had sincethat which I stole in Wirzs headquarters, in June — ninemonths before. We felt that the dirt which had accumulatedupon us since then would subject us to assessment as real estateif we were in the Korth.Hurrying off to a little creek we began our ablutions, and it
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IN GOD 8 COUNTRY AT LAST. was not long until Andrews declared that there was a percepti-ble sand-bar forming in the stream, from what we washed off.Dirt deposits of the pliocene era rolled off feet and legs.Eocene incrustations let loose reluctantly from neck and ears;the hair was a mass of tangled locks matted with nine months*accumulation of pitch pine tar, rosin soot, and South Carolinasand that we did not think we had better start in upon it untilwe either had the shock cut off, or had a whole ocean and a vatof soap to wash it out with. After scrubbing until we were exhausted we got off the first A STORY OF KEBEL MIEITAKY PKIS0N8. 601 few outer layers — the post tertiary formation, a geologist wouldterm it — and the smell of many breakfasts cooking, comingdown over the hill, set our stomachs in a mutiny against anylonger fasting. We went back, rosy, panting, glowing, but happy, to get our-selves some breakfast. Should Providence, for some inscrutable reason, vouchsafeme the ye

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