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

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
NDERSON VILLK. Band and seventy-six) died in August, there were probably twelve thousand dangerous-ly sick at any giventime during themonth, and a largepart of these collect-m i^-^^y^ ^^Bi:i538*^.i««^as*^=* 1 w ©d at the South Gate I j^^^^S^?^^^^^^ 5^vl^ every morning. m. ^M^^¥ ; ■■ -^w^Vr Measurably cal- loused as we had be-come by the dailysights of horroraround us, we en-\ y i rTii THiiiiP I ^i wmi*^i • ^ countered spectaclesprv ^P^iS^^^^^SPv J^ ^ ^^ ^^^^® gatheringsT*^ ^^^^^^^^■iiiH^^^ia, = which no amount of visible miserycould accustom usto. I remem ber oneespecially that burn-ed itself deeply intomy memory. It wasof a young man —not over twenty-five — who a fewweeks ago — hisclothes looked com-paratively new —had evidently beenthe picture of manlybeauty and youtlifulvigor. He had had aweU-knit,lithe form;dark curling hairfell over a foreheadwhich had once beenfair, and his eyes stillshowed that theyhad gleamed with a bold, adventurous spirit. The red clover
Text Appearing After Image:
▲ STORY OF EKBEL MILITAET PRISONS. 357 leaf on his cap showed that he belonged to the Fir^t Divisionof the Second Corps, the three chevrons on his arm that hewas a Sergeant, and the stripe at his cuff that he was a veteran.Some kind-hearted boys had found him in a miserable conditionon the North Side, and carried him over in a blanket to wherethe doctors could see him. He had but little clothing on, savehis blouse and cap. Ulcers of some kind had formed in hisabdomen, and these were now masses of squirming worms. Itwas so much worse than the usual forms of suffering, thatquite a little crowd of compassionate spectators gatheredaround and expressed their pity. The sufferer turned to onewho lay beside him with: Comrade: If we were only under the old Stars and Stripes,we wouldnt care a G — d d — n for a few worms, would we ? This was not profane. It was an utterance from the depthsof a brave mans heart, couched in the strongest language athis command. It seemed terrible that so gal

Note About Images