After our arrival in Cincinnati, we were shipped in box cars to Camp
Morton at Indianapolis. I now began to appreciate what it was to be
a prisoner of war, and that, too, within forty miles’ of the home of
my parents. I was not entirely sure, either, of what would be the
fate of a Rebel from the Hoosier State. I was, however, shown much
kindness by one of the companies of the 71st Indiana Regiment, which
constituted our prison guard. It was made up of my neighbor boys in
Putnam County, and they all seemed rejoiced to see me _there_. Through
their intervention I received clothing and other necessaries from home
and obtained an interview with my brothers and some of my old friends,
who had learned of my capture and came over to Indianapolis to see me.
Remaining one month at Camp Morton, we were then sent to Camp Douglas,
at Chicago.