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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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slopesaw everything as if upon the stage of a theater. While standing in ranks waiting the orders to move, one ofmy comrades touched me on the arm, and said: — My God ! just look over there! I turned from watching the Rebel artillerists, whose inten-tions gave me more uneasiness than anything else, and lookedin the direction indicated by the speaker. The sight was thestrangest one my eyes ever encountered. There were at leastfifteen thousand — perhaps twenty thousand — men packedtogether on the bank, and every eye was turned on us. Theslope was snch that each mans face showed over the shouldersof the one in front of him, making acres on acres of faces. Itwas as if the whole broad hillside was paved or thatched withhuman countenances. 232 ANDERSONVILLE. When all was ready vre moved down upon the Big Tent, inas good order as we could preserve while passing through thenarrow tortuous paths betAveen the tents. Key, Limber Jim,Ned Carrigan, Goody, Tom Larkin, and Kcd Johnson led the
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OVERTHROW OF THE RAIDERS. advance with their companies. The prison was as silent as agraveyard. As we approached, the Raiders massed themselvesin a strong, heavy line, with the center, against which ouradvance was moving, held by the most redoubtable of theirleaders. How many there were of them could not be told, asit was impossible to say where their Hne ended and the mass ofspectators began. They could not themselves tell, as the atti-tude of a large portion of the spectators would be determinedby which way the battle went. Not a blow was struck until the hues came close together.Then the Raider center launched itself forward against ours^and grappled savagely with the leading Regulators. For aninstant—it seemed an hour — the struggle was desperate. A STC>RY OF REBEL MILITARY PRISONS. 233 Strong, fierce men clenched and strove to throttle each other;great muscles strained almost to bursting, and blows with fistand club — dealt with all the energy of mortal hate — fell lik

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