who wrote them will be stiff and cold. In a few hours from now I
shall be dead. Oh, if I could express myself as I wish, if I could
tell you what I have suffered when I thought about you and the
children! I must leave you without the means to live, to the miseries
of a cold cruel world. Lise, do not grieve, do not despair; we will
meet again in a better world. Console yourself, think as I do--that
I die innocent. Who knows better than you that all these tales of
cruelties and murders are infamous lies, and why should I not say it?
A great many do call me hard-hearted, because I tell them that I am
not guilty, that I have nothing to confess. Oh, think for a moment
how the thought that I must suffer and die innocent must sustain me
in the last terrible hour; that when I shall stand before my Maker
I can say, ‘Lord, of these things you know I am not guilty. I have
sinned often and rebelled against Thee, oh, let my unmerited death be
an atonement.’ Lise, I die reconciled. I die, I hope, as a Christian.
This is His holy will that I should die, and therefore let us say
with Christ, ‘Thy will, O Lord, be done.’
“I hardly know what to say. Oh, let me beg you, do not give way to
despair. Think that I am gone to my Father, to your Father, to the
Father of all, and that there I hope to meet you. Live for the dear
children. Oh, do take good care of Cora. Kiss her for me. Kiss Susan
and Cornelia, and tell them to live so that we may meet again in the
heaven above the skies: tell them that my last thoughts, my last
prayer shall be for them.”
Then follow some words of advice with regard to the schooling of the
children, and to the future life, etc., of the family, and he concludes
by saying:
“God bless you all and protect you. God give you what you stand
in need of, and grant that you all so live that when you die you
can say, Lord, Thou callest me, here I am. And now, farewell wife,
children, all, I will and must close, farewell, farewell; God be with
us.
“Your unfortunate husband and father,
H. WIRZ.”
EXTRACTS FROM DIARY OF MAJOR WIRZ
From the diary kept by Wirz while in prison during the progress of
the trial, I make a few extracts, yet enough to show the manhood, the
nobility of the man:
“Old Capitol Prison, Oct. 1, 1865.
“Everything is quiet around me. No sound but the measured steps of
the sentinel in the corridor can be heard. The man who is sitting in
my room is nodding in his chair. Poor, short-sighted mortals that we
all are! This man is here to watch me, to prevent any attempt I might
make to take my own life. My life--what is it worth to anyone except
myself and my poor family, that they should be so anxious? I think I
understand it very well, they are afraid I might cheat them and the
public at large from having their revenge, and giving, at the same
time, the masses the benefit of seeing a man hanged. If this is all,
they are welcome. I have no desire to live; perhaps there never was
a more willing victim dragged to the scaffold than I am. Why should
I desire to live? A beggar, crippled, and with my health and spirit
broken--why, oh why, should I desire to live? For the sake of my
family? My family will do as well without me as with me. Instead of
providing for and taking care of them, I would be a burden to them. And
still, knowing all that, why do I not put an end to my life? Because,
in the first instance, what I suffer now is the Will of God. GOD--how
much is not in this word--what a tower of strength, of consolation!
Yes, Heavenly Father, if it was not Thy will I would not be a prisoner.
I would not be looked at, spoken of as a monster, such as the world has
never seen and never will see. If that what I suffer now was not put on
me by you for some wise purpose I would be as free as the bird in the
air. Thou and I--we two alone know that I am innocent of those terrible
charges. Thou and I--we both know that I never took the life of a
fellow man--that I never caused a man to suffer and die in consequence
of ill-treatment inflicted by me; and still I am tried for murder. Men
have sworn that they saw me do it; they have called on Thee to witness
that they would tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth, and still they told a lie--a lie as black as hell itself. Why
did you not send a thunderbolt from the high heavens--why, oh God, why?
Because it is Thy holy will, and in humility I kiss the rod with which
Thou seest proper to chastise me.
“The second reason why I did not destroy a life which is a burden to
me, is because I owed it to myself, my family, my relatives, even
to the world at large, to prove that there never existed a man so
utterly devoid of all humanity, such a fiend incarnate, as it has been
attempted to prove me to be. I see very well that I have no earthly
show--that I am a doomed man; but thanks be to God that I am enabled to
say with holy Stephanus: Lord, lay not this sin to their charge. They
judge from what they hear and I must abide by it.
“_Oct. 2, 1865._--Another day has passed. I am tired and worn out;
whichever way I turn my eyes everything looks gloomy and dark. Can
it be possible that, knowing what I do know, I shall fall a victim.
But why do I doubt? What right have I to grumble, as if it were a
thing unheard of in history that men suffered the death of a felon
as innocent of the crime alleged as I am; and if I dare to make a
comparison between our Saviour and myself, did not He also suffer
death? True, he died as an atonement for a sinful world; true, He died
willingly; He had a holy mission to fulfill; but I? Why should I die? I
can only say, because it is God’s will. Oh, God! Our Heavenly Father,
give me grace, give me the power to bear the cross which Thou seest
fit to lay on me. Have I not often sinned against Thee, and neglected
the holy commandments? If I suffer now innocently can I, dare I say,
I never offended Thee? Therefore be calm, my poor heart. Give thyself
into His hands and say, Abba! Father!
“_Oct. 3. 1865._--What a mockery is this trial. I feel at times as if
I ought to speak out aloud and tell them, why do you wrong yourself
and me too? Why not end the game at once? Take me and hang me and be
done with it. A few days I asked to arrange my defense; it was refused
on the ground that I had ample time. Ample time, indeed! May the day
be far distant for General Wallace when he may plead with grim death
for a day, and receive the answer, No! I just received a note from my
wife, saying she had tried in every way to see me, but impossible. She
says she is going to her mother in Kentucky, and hopes to be able to do
more for me there than in remaining here. Poor, deluded woman, what do
you expect to accomplish, what can you do for me but pray? Oh, what a
consolation it is to a person in a situation like mine, that there is
in the wide, wide world at least one being that will pray for me. Yes,
pray; but pray for thyself; the road thou hast to travel is a hard one;
when thou findest out that when you pressed my hand two weeks ago, when
thy lips touched mine, it was in all probability the last time _then_
dost thou need all the comfort prayer can give. May God bless you, and
take care of you and the dear, dear children--I must end. Everything
swims before my eyes--God, oh, God, have mercy upon me.
“_Oct. 4. 1865._--What a mockery this trial is. They say that they are
anxious that I should have justice done to me, and then when a witness
is put on the stand to give testimony they try everything to break him
down; if they cannot do it, they try to assail his private character.
When they had their own witnesses up, they not alone were allowed to
state everything I said, everything I done, but even what they heard
others say that I had said so and so, done such and such things, and
now, when I wish to prove by my witnesses what I also said and done, it
is said it is inadmissible. I might just as well be put on the stand
myself, as if I had said those things now and not a year ago, when I
had no idea that I should be held to account hereafter. But so the
world goes, and all I can say is, Oh, God, give me strength to bear
with patience and humility what Thou seest fit to put on me. Be Thou my
judge.
“_Oct. 5, 1865._--When I left the courtroom to-day, I heard a lady
remark: ‘I wish I could shoot out his eyes,’ meaning me. Foolish woman!
The time will come when my earthly eyes are shut up; are you in such
a hurry? But it is very natural that people do think and pass such
remarks. For weeks and weeks they have heard men testify to cruelties
done by me and now a very slim chance have I to contradict these
statements. It seems to me as if General Wallace had a personal spite
against me or my counsel, or he would not act the way he does. If he
has one against me, I pity him that he has not more magnanimity of soul
than to crush me in such an unheard-of arbitrary way; if he has a spite
against my counsel, it is a cowardly act to do as he does, for in the
end I am the sufferer, and not my counsel.
“_Oct. 6, 1865._--Another day passed. I wish the trial was over. I
wonder what unheard-of resolutions the court will pass again to-morrow.
I did not feel it so keenly to-day as I felt it other days, and I have
to thank God for it in permitting me to partake of the Holy Communion
this morning. I feel less contempt for those who are sitting in
judgment over me. If it is God’s will to open their eyes and hearts,
He alone has the power to do it. I am certain that none of the court,
nor the Judge Advocate, considers and believes me guilty. They all
know that the whole thing is a farce. Cruelties have been committed at
Andersonville: some one has to suffer for it; they have me; therefore,
I am the one, _voila tout_.”
MONUMENT AT ANDERSONVILLE
After more than forty years had passed an act of tardy justice was
performed, when a monument was unveiled at Andersonville, in memory
of the man who was the victim of cruel injustice and put to death for
crimes of which he was innocent.
The monument is a shaft of gray and white, 35 feet in height and
simple in design. The base is formed by four square slabs of stone
superimposed in the form of a pyramid. Above this are two heavy
blocks of stone, on the four sides of which are carved the following
inscriptions:
NORTH SIDE
“When time shall have softened passion and prejudice, when reason
shall have stripped the mask from misrepresentation, then Justice,
holding evenly her scales, will require much of past censure and
praise to change places.
“JEFFERSON DAVIS.
“_December, 1888._”
SOUTH SIDE
“Discharging his duty with such humanity as the harsh circumstances
of the times and the policy of the foe permitted, Captain Wirz became
at last the victim of a misdirected popular clamor. He was arrested
in time of peace while under the protection of a parole, tried by
a military commission of a service to which he did not belong and
condemned to ignominious death on charges of excessive cruelty
to Federal prisoners. He indignantly spurned a pardon proffered
on condition that he would incriminate President Davis and thus
exonerate himself from charges of which both were innocent.”
EAST SIDE
“In memory of Captain Henry Wirz, C. S. A. Born in Zurich,
Switzerland, 1822. Sentenced to death and executed at Washington, D.
C., November 10, 1865. To rescue his name from the stigma attached
to it by embittered prejudice this shaft is erected by the Georgia
Division United Daughters of the Confederacy.”
WEST SIDE
“It is hard on our men held in Southern prisons not to exchange them,
but it is humanity to those left in the ranks to fight our battles.
At this particular time to release all Rebel prisoners North would
insure Sherman’s defeat and would compromise our safety here.
“ULYSSES S. GRANT.
“_August 18, 1864._”
FAIRFAX COURT HOUSE RAID AND CAPTURE OF GENERAL STOUGHTON
As detailed accounts of this famous raid have been so often published
I will not repeat the story here. A little incident connected with it,
however, may be new to some of my readers:
In October, 1906, there was a reunion of the old-time Telegraphers’
and Historical Association held in Washington, D. C. From a special
dispatch to the _Baltimore Sun_ of October 11th, I take the following:
“Another interesting war-time telegrapher attending the Convention is
R. F. Weitbrec, now a wealthy contractor of Denver. In March, 1863,
he was operator for General Stoughton, whose headquarters were at
Fairfax Court House, with several thousand men.
“‘Hooker had more than 100,000 men between us and Lee’s army,’ he
said to-day, ‘and we felt as safe as if we were in Boston. My office
and living quarters were in a tent in the yard of the General’s
headquarters. About three o’clock one rainy night I was rudely
awakened by some one playing “ride a cock horse” on my stomach. There
had been several gay young lieutenants around my camp who made a
practice of coming to my tent at unseemly hours and having fun with
me.
“‘In the darkness I mistook the person on my stomach for one of
these, and tried to throw him off. Instantly my throat was clutched
and I felt a cold muzzle against my temple.[L] That moment a light
flared up and my intruders were two Confederate cavalrymen, who told
me they were Mosby’s men, who had gobbled up a General with a lot of
horses and prisoners. One of them whittled my telegraph instrument
into junk. I was taken out, mounted on a horse and taken on one of
the wildest rides ever experienced by a human being. There were only
a dozen or two of the cavalrymen. They had nearly 100 horses and
prisoners. Besides, they were surrounded by thousands of our soldiers
and didn’t stop for sentries, except to grab and take them along.
By daybreak they had us outside the Federal lines, and breakfast
didn’t come for anybody in the party until late that evening. I spent
several months in prison, and when exchanged went West, where Indian
hunting proved tamer than pastoral life in Virginia during the war?’”
[Illustration: THE GUNNELL HOUSE, FAIRFAX COURT HOUSE
General Stoughton’s Headquarters]
* * * * *
In “Historic Records of the Fifth New York Cavalry,” by Rev. Louis N.
Boudrye, Chaplain of the Regiment, I find the following:
“_March 9th._--About 3 o’clock A.M. Mosby and his gang, led by
Sergeant James F. Ames, formerly of Company L, of this regiment,
having safely passed the pickets, entered Fairfax Court House.
Without scarcely firing a shot they captured 50 fine horses and about
30 prisoners, including Brigadier-General Stoughton and Captain
Barker of the Fifth New York Cavalry. The brigade was sent in pursuit
of the dashing party, each regiment taking different routes, but
they returned at night unsuccessful, the Fifth New York having gone
to Herndon Station. Such a raid, five or six miles within our lines,
resulting in such a heavy loss to us, reflects very uncreditably upon
some of our military leaders, while it shows how wily a foe we have
to contend with.”
When Company F, Mosby’s Battalion, was organized, James F. Ames,
usually spoken of as “Big Yankee,” was chosen as second lieutenant. He
was killed October 9th, 1864, at Mrs. Shacklett’s gate on the road to
Piedmont (now called Delaplane) by a Federal scout who came out with
one of the parties from Rectortown that morning, and while this scout
was rifling the corpse, he was killed by one of Mosby’s men, Lud. Lake.
INDEX
A
Adreon, George S., escape, 52.
Allsman, Andrew, 65, 66.
Ames, Lieut. James F., 156.
Andersonville (see Wirz).
Armand, William, 76, 77.
Ayre, George S., arrested, robbed and imprisoned, 44.
Hostage for Steers, 45.
B
Baker, Willis, 66.
Ballon, Sylvester, 143.
Baltimore, 12, 13.
Barnes, John H., 86, 88, 97, 102, 103, 104, 108, 113, 114, 118, 119.
Barrett, Boyd, 67, 73.
Bennett, ----, 119.
Tells mule story, 69.
Bixler, Lieut., at Parole Camp, 104.
Bixler, Morgan, 66.
Blockade runners, 38, 46, 47, 64, 75, 78, 79.
Bowles, Benjamin F., 104.
Boyd, Belle, Gus Williams tells of her imprisonment, 50.
Her remarkable career, 51.
Supt. Wood spoke of her, 52.
Brawner, Redmond F., imprisoned and family driven from home, 44.
Breckenridge, Major, 104.
Bribery, 37, 38, 52, 67.
Buell, Colonel, 85.
C
Camp Chase, prisoners tell of treatment there, 100, 101, 102.
Three little boys from, 67.
Camp Douglas, prisoners tell of cruel treatment and great mortality
at, 100, 101, 104.
Verified by Official Records, 101.
Camp Parole, hardships at, 101.
Exchange of prisoners, 102.
Vermin, 105, 106.
Carr, John, sad experience, 60.
Dr. Green and his mules, 70.
Carroll Prison (Duff Green’s Row), 22, 75, 87.
Carter, H. Fitzhugh, 119.
Answers at roll-call, 81.
Also at “sick call,” 82, 83.
Chandler, ----, 119.
Charlie, our friendly contraband and our Ganymede, 53.
Children held as prisoners, 66, 67, 68, 87, 104.
City Point, Va., 95.
As it looked in spring of 1863, 96.
Clift, ----, 119.
Collision on railroad, 14.
Comastri, Marco, 61, 77, 119.
Commission to try State prisoners, 61, 69.
_Congress_ and _Cumberland_, wrecks of, 91.
Cooke ----, 104.
D
Daily routine of prison life, 54.
Daniels, ----, 40, 41.
Darling, Captain, rumor of his escape, 52.
On flag-of-truce boat, 91.
Davis, ----, (blockade runner), 52, 119.
Davis, Hon. Jefferson, 122, 138, 139, 152.
Dead-lines, about, 131.
De la Baume, the Marquis, star witness against Wirz, 137.
Delano, Philemon, 119.
Delaplane (Piedmont), 117, 118.
Departure of prisoners, 84, 89.
Detectives and spies, 58.
Diary, in Old Capitol, 19.
At Camp Parole, 98.
Itinerary from Parole Camp to Upperville, 108.
Extracts from diary of Wirz, 147.
Doster, Colonel (provost-marshal), 32.
Duff Green’s Row--(see Carroll Prison).
Dula, Lowring, 119.
“Dutchy,” 29.
E
Early, General Jubal A., comments on Gen. Order No. 209, 125.
Efforts of Confederate authorities to relieve prisoners, 123.
To effect exchange, 124-6-7, 130.
Elk Licking Creek, 107.
Ennis, Mrs., the prisoners’ friend, 29.
Eorio, Peter, 61, 77, 78, 119.
Escapes from Old Capitol, Adreon and Captain Darling, 52.
Captain Wynne, 46.
Federal prisoners, 75.
Plans laid but defeated, 52.
Ewell, James, 79, 119.
Examination, provost-marshal, 20.
And search entering prison, 22.
By Colonel Buell, 85, 86.
By Colonel Wood, 72.
By Captain Parker, 39, 42.
Exchange of prisoners, Ould’s letter to Hitchcock, 123.
Letter to _National Intelligencer_, 124.
Report of Gen. Seymour, 126.
U. S. authorities did not want, 125.
Gen. Butler’s efforts frustrated, 126.
Southern authorities anxious for, 126.
Extracts from report Confederate Congress, 127-8-9, 130.
Execution by Gen. McNeil, 65, 66.
Of Wirz, 142, 143.
F
Fairfax Court House raid, 115.
Gen. Stoughton’s telegraph operator tells of his capture,
154, 155, 156.
Sergeant Ames (Big Yankee), 156.
Federal soldiers, prisoners for insubordination and deserters, 73.
Fifth New York Cavalry, what the chaplain said of Fairfax Court House
raid, 156.
Fire, alarm in Old Capitol, 70, 71.
First Maryland Regiment, 14.
Fitzgerald, Edward, 119.
Flag-of-truce boat, steamer _State of Maine_, 90.
Flaherty, John, 63, 119.
Flaherty, Peter, 63, 119.
Fleggenheimer mourns the loss of his goods, 64.
Food, at Old Capitol, poor in quality and insufficient in quantity,
22, 26-7-8.
Providing our own rations, 27-8.
Rations at Camp Parole, 98-9, 103.
Ford, Miss Antonia, 87, 115.
Ford, Miss Belle, 115.
Ford, John, 119.
Fortress Monroe, 90, 91.
Fox, Lieut. Frank, at Parole Camp, 99, 102, 108, 110.
Lieut. Co. C, Mosby’s Men, 108.
Wounded and died, 108.
“Fresh fish,” 46.
Front Royal, 115, 116.
Fullerton, James, 30, 56, 57.
G
Gardner, ---- (blockade runner), 52, 119.
General orders No. 209,
refusal to recognize paroles, 124.
Gen. Pope’s order licensing soldiers to plunder citizens, 45.
George, ---- (blockade runner), 52, 119.
Goldsmith, John M., 60, 119.
Goose Creek, crossing under difficulties, 117, 118.
Gordonsville, 109.
Graves, Matt., 110, 111.
Green, ---- (from Missouri), 119.
Guard house at Old Capitol, 59, 78, 79.
Gunnell House, Fairfax Court House, 155.
H
Hagan, ----, 119.
Hammett, George (blockade runner), 38, 52, 119.
Haskins, ---- (from South Carolina), 67, 73.
Died of smallpox, 73.
_Henry Burden_, U. S. steamer, 97.
Hero, a young, 65.
Hertzog, ----, 119.
Higgins, Captain, 57.
Highland, ----, prison guard at Old Capitol, 87.
Very kind to prisoners, 87.
Hoffman, Mr., 115.
Holbrook, Thomas, an old schoolmate, 79.
A valuable addition to our mess, 79, 80.
To room No. 10, 86, 89, 119.
Hollenbaugh, William T., 119.
Hospital, 54.
Hostages, John B. Hunter, for Stiles, 32.
George S. Ayre, for Steers, 45.
Howe, Henry, my accuser, 40, 42.
Arrested in Richmond on charges, 40, 41.
How we passed the time, 47, 48.
Hoyle, George, 85, 89, 119.
Humston, Thomas, 66.
Hunter, John B., 32, 119.
No charge, but hostage for Stiles the guide, 60.
Hurst, Thomas, 31, 75, 119.
Hutson, Herbert, 66.
I
Imboden, Gen. John D., letter of, 134.
Not allowed to testify at trial of Wirz, 135.
Itinerary of journey from Parole Camp to Upperville, 108, 118.
J
James River, steaming up the, 94-5.
Jamestown, first settlement, 94.
Jenkins, ----, 119.
“John Morgan’s orderly,” 67.
Johnson, James, robbed and imprisoned, 43, 119.
Johnson’s Island, prisoners tell of hardships and sufferings, 100-1.
Shooting prisoners, 101.
K
Keleher, John, 78, 85, 89, 119.
Kerfoot, James F., 44, 98, 119.
Kerney, Martin J., my old school-master, 79.
My schoolmates, 79.
Keys, J., 119.
King, Aaron J., 38, 119.
L
Lackey, ----, 119.
Ladies passing prison arrested and detained, 32, 38, 87.
Lair, Marion, 66.
Lake, Eleazer, 66.
Landstreet, Rev. Mr. (Confederate chaplain), 34.
Lee, Philip, 102, 108, 118, 119.
Lee, Thomas, gets his share of beans, 102, 103.
Mentioned, 108, 118, 119.
Letters all have to go through provost-marshal’s office, 30-1.
Ould to Hitchcock, 123.
To _National Intelligencer_, 124.
Gen. J. D. Imboden, 134.
To Wirz, from his wife, 144.
Wirz’s last to his wife and children, 145.
Rev. Father Boyle, 139, 140.
Lewis, Aaron, 79, 119.
“Lights out” (taps), 55.
We install our own lighting plant, 56.
Lindsay, ----, of Washington, leaves Parole Camp to join Co. K, Tenth
Louisiana Regt., 105.
List of prisoners in Room 16, 119-121.
Littlepage, William T., 85, 89, 119.
Long, Reuben, 113.
Louisiana troops, 15.
Love, Henry, arrested, imprisoned, property taken or destroyed and no
charge against him, 42, 78, 119.
Love, Llewellyn, 119.
Ludlow, Colonel, U. S. Commissioner of exchange, 97.
Luray, 114.
M
McNeil, Gen. John, his brutal execution of ten Confederate
prisoners, 66.
McPheeters, John Y., 66.
MacWooster, takes us to Criglersville, 110.
Gives us good advice, 110.
Madison Court House, 110.
Manassas Gap railroad, along the old road on foot, 117.
Marchland, Judge, 119.
Marini, ----, witness in Wirz case, 137.
Martin, ----, 119.
Maryland, my native State, 12.
First Maryland Regiment, 14.
Marylanders in Richmond, 14.
Mess room in Old Capitol, 22, 26, 54.
Milani’s Gap in Blue Ridge, 111.
Mills, J., 102, 104.
Mills, William M., 102, 104.
Minor, Fairfax, 50, 119.
Won’t take chances where only one man is killed, 63.
Missouri State Militia, 66.
Mitchell, Captain, 75, 119.
Mitchell, Lieut. Hugh, 119.
Model Farm Barracks, 98, 108.
Montgomery, ----, 119.
Monument at Andersonville, 152.
Moore, ----, death of, 31.
Mosby, Col. John S., my first meeting with, 118.
Mount, Stephen R., 53, 119.
Mules at Manassas, 69.
Dr. Green and his mules, 70.
Mulford, Captain John E., 95, 97.
Mustered into Confederate service, 105.
N
Names of prisoners in room 16, 119.
Nelson, Lieut. Joseph H., 154.
New Jersey Regiment, Tenth, prison guard at Old Capitol, 35.
Newport News, 91.
New York Regiment, Third, Co. K, guard on truce boat, 91.
O
Oath, copy of iron-clad, 23.
At Old Capitol prisoners take it and say it is not binding, 62.
“The Oath”--parody on Hamlet’s soliloquy, 62.
O’Brien, Edward H., 82, 119.
Oeser, Felix (see De la Baume).
Off for Dixie, 89.
Old Capitol Prison, description and history, 20, 22, 24-5.
Escape of prisoners, 52.
My first night, 25.
Old men, women and children, 80.
Overcrowded, 39 in room 16, bunks for 21 only, 68, 69.
Prisoners in close confinement, 42.
Room No. 10, 86, 87.
Rooms 14 to 18, 25, 42, 69, 84.
Room 16, 24, 26, 28, 30.
Shooting of prisoners, 35, 37.
Old age no exception or exemption, 80.
Ould, Robert, Confederate agent of exchange, 97.
Letter to Federal agent, 123.
To _National Intelligencer_, 124.
Called as a witness for Wirz, but not allowed to testify, 136.
P
Parker, Captain, 38, 42, 56.
Parole granted me to visit sick child, 56.
Frank Thornton, 68.
Captain Phillips and Wood, 59.
General order No. 209, refusing to recognize, 124.
Gen. Early comments on same, 125.
Parole Camp, location of, 98.
A ration of flour and quarter of pound of bacon to each man, 102.
Life at Model Farm Barracks, 98.
Overcrowded, vermin, 105.
Prisoners from Camp Chase, Camp Douglas and Johnson’s Island tell of
their treatment, 100.
Reports (official) verify their statements, 101.
To Upperville, 108.
We get a good feed of beans, 102.
Passers-by arrested and brought in, 26, 27, 32, 33.
Ladies and children not exempt, 27, 32, 38, 76, 87.