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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d then been in the service about two years. Maj. C. H. Beers Third Battahon, Sixteenth Illinois Cavalry — four companies, each about 75 strong—was sent on the errandof driving out the Eebels and opening up the Yalley for ourforaging teams. The writer was invited to attend the excur-sion. As he held the honorable, but not very lucrative positionof high private in Company L, of the Battahon, and the in-vitation came from his Captain, he did not feel at hberty to do- 88 ANDEEBONVILLB. cline. He went, as private soldiers have been in the habit ofdoing ever since the days of the old Centurion, who said withthe characteristic boastfnlness of one of the lower grades ofcommissioned officers when he happens to be a snob: For I am also a man set under authority, ha\ing under me soldiers, and I say unto one, Go;and he goeth; and to another, Come, and he cometh ; and to my servant. Do this, and h«doeth it. Kather airy talk that for a man who nowadays wouldtake rank with Captains of infantry.
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A CAVALRY SQUAD. Three hundred of us responded to the signal of boots and sad-dles, buckled on three hundred more or less trusty sabers andrevolvers, saddled three hundred more or less gallant steeds, cameinto line as companies with the automatic listlessness of theold soldiers, counted off hy fours in that queer gamut-runningstyle that makes a company of men counting off — each shout-insr a number in a different voice from his nei o:hbor — sound like A STOET OF EEBEL MLLITAKY PKIS0N8. 39 numing the scales on some great organ badly out of tune; some-thing like this: ^ e -^^ ^ ^ One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. r Then, as the bugle sounded Right forward ! fours right!^^we moved off at a walk through the melancholy mist thatsoaked through the very fiber of man and horse, and reducedthe minds of both to a condition of limp indifference as to thingspast, present and future. Whither we were going we knew not, nor cared. Such mat-ters had long since c

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