A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF WHAT BECAME OF THE BOYS—REFUSED PERMISSION
TO GO HOME—A REFERENCE TO CAPT. WIRTZ—RETURN HOME AT THE END OF THE
WAR.
It may interest some one to know more of many who have been mentioned
at different times in this book, and I will proceed to enlighten them.
George W. Hendryx came to the regiment in March, 1865, when we
were near Goldsboro, N. C. He says that after running away from
Andersonville at the time of the discovery of a break in which all
intended to get away in the summer of 1864, he traveled over one
hundred and fifty miles and was finally retaken by bushwhackers. He
represented himself as an officer of the 17th Michigan Infantry,
escaped from Columbia, S. C., and was sent to that place and put
with officers in the prison there, changing his name so as not to
be found out as having escaped from Andersonville. In due time he
was exchanged with a batch of other officers and went home North.
After a short time he joined his regiment and company for duty.
He was both delighted and surprised to see me, as he supposed of
course I had died in Andersonville, it having been so reported to
him at the North. He did valiant service until the war was over,
which soon happened. He went home with the regiment and was mustered
out of service, since when I have never seen or heard of him for a
certainty. Think that he went to California.
Sergt. Wm. B. Rowe was exchanged in March, 1865, but never joined
the regiment. His health was ruined to a certain extent from his long
confinement. Is still alive, however, and resides at Dansville, Mich.
Sergt. Bullock was also exchanged at the same time, but never did
service thereafter. He is now an inmate of a Michigan insane asylum,
and has been for some years, whether from the effects of prison life
I know not, but should presume it is due to his sufferings there. His
was a particularly sad case. He was taken sick in the early days of
Andersonville and was sick all the time while in that place, a mere
walking and talking skeleton. There is no doubt in my mind that his
insanity resulted from his long imprisonment.
E. P. Sanders arrived home in Michigan in April, 1865, and made me a
visit at Jackson that Summer. He was the only one of all my comrades
in prison that I came in contact with, who fully regained health,
or apparently was in good health. He was a particularly strong and
healthy man, and is now engaged in farming near Lansing, Michigan.
Lieut. Wm. H. Robinson, who was removed from Belle Isle, from our
mess, it having been discovered that he was an officer instead of an
orderly sergeant, was exchanged early in 1864, from Richmond, and
immediately joined his regiment, doing duty all the time thereafter.
Soon after my escape and while with company “A,” a note was handed
me from Capt. Robinson, my old friend, he having been promoted to a
captaincy. The note informed me that he was only a few miles away,
and asked me to come and see him that day. You may rest assured
I was soon on the road, and that day had the pleasure of taking
my dinner with him. He was on his general’s staff, and I dined at
head-quarters, much to my discomfiture, not being up with such
distinguished company. We had a good visit, I remember, and I went
to camp at night well satisfied with my ride. Told me that a pipe
which I engraved and presented to him on Belle Isle was still in his
possession, and always should be. Was a favorite with every one, and
a fine looking officer. He is now a resident of Sterling, Whiteside
Co., Ill. Is a banker, hardware dealer, one of the City Fathers, and
withal a prominent citizen. It was lucky he was an officer and taken
away from us on Belle Isle, for he would undoubtedly have died at
Andersonville, being of rather a delicate frame and constitution.
My good old friend Battese, I regret to say, I have never seen
or heard of since he last visited me in the Marine Hospital at
Savannah. Have written many letters and made many inquiries, but to
no effect. He was so reticent while with us in the prison, that we
did not learn enough of him to make inquiries since then effective.
Although for many months I was in his immediate presence, he said
nothing of where he lived, his circumstances, or anything else. I
only know that his name was Battese, that he belonged to a Minnesota
regiment and was a noble fellow. I don’t know of a man in the world
I would rather see to-day than him, and I hope some day when I have
got rich out of this book (if that time should ever come,) to go to
Minnesota and look him up. There are many Andersonville survivors who
must remember the tall Indian, and certainly I shall, as long as life
shall last.
Michael Hoare tells his own story farther along, in answer to a
letter written him for information regarding his escape from the
Savannah hospital. Mike, at the close of the war re-enlisted in the
regular army and went to the extreme west to fight Indians, and when
his term of service expired again re-enlisted and remained in the
service. In 1878 he was discharged on account of disability, and is
now an inmate of the Disabled Soldier’s Home, at Dayton, Ohio. From
his letters to me he seems the same jolly, good natured hero as of
old. I hope to see him before many months, for the first time since
he shook me by the hand and passed in and out of his tunnel from the
Marine Hospital and to freedom.
The two cousins Buck, David and Eli S., I last saw top of some corn
in an army wagon I jumped from when I first encountered the 9th Mich.
Cavalry. Little thought that would be the last time I should see
them. Their command belonged to the Eastern Army in the region of
the Potomac, and when communication was opened at Savannah they were
sent there on transports. I afterward received letters from both of
them, and David’s picture; also his wife’s whom he had just married.
David’s picture is reproduced in this book and I must say hardly does
him justice as he was a good looking and active fellow. Presume Eli
is a farmer if alive, and “Dave” probably preaching.
“Limber Jim,” who was instrumental in putting down the raiders at
Andersonville, was until recently a resident of Joliet, Illinois. He
died last winter, in 1880, and it is said his health was always poor
after his terrible summer of 1864. He was a hero in every sense of
the word, and if our government did not amply repay him for valiant
service done while a prisoner of war, then it is at fault.
Sergt. Winn of the 100th Ohio, who befriended me at Savannah, is, I
think, a citizen of Cincinnati, Ohio, and a prosperous man. Any way,
he was in 1870 or thereabouts. Was an upright man and good fellow.
Every one knows the fate of Capt. Wirtz, our prison commander at
Andersonville, who was hung at Washington, D. C., in 1866, for his
treatment of us Union prisoners of war. It was a righteous judgment,
still I think there are others who deserved hanging fully as much.
He was but the willing tool of those higher in command. Those who
put him there knew his brutal disposition, and should have suffered
the same disposition made of him. Although, I believe at this late
day those who were in command and authority over Capt. Wirtz have
successfully thrown the blame on his shoulders, it does not excuse
them in the least so far as I am concerned. They are just as much
to blame that thirteen thousand men died in a few months at that
worst place the world has ever seen, as Capt. Wirtz, and should have
suffered accordingly. I don’t blame any of them for being rebels if
they thought it right, but I do their inhuman treatment of prisoners
of war.
Hub Dakin is now a resident of Dansville, Mich., the same village in
which lives Wm. B. Rowe. He has been more or less disabled since the
war, and I believe is now trying to get a pension from the government
for disability contracted while in prison. It is very difficult
for ex-prisoners of war to get pensions, owing to the almost
impossibility of getting sufficient evidence. The existing pension
laws require that an officer of the service shall have knowledge
of the origin of disease, or else two comrades who may be enlisted
men. At this late day it is impossible to remember with accuracy
sufficient to come up to the requirements of the law. There is no
doubt that all were more or less disabled, and the mere fact of their
having spent the summer in Andersonville, should be evidence enough
to procure assistance from the government.
And now a closing chapter in regard to myself. As soon as Savannah
was occupied by our troops and communications opened with the North,
a furlough was made out by Capt. Johnson, of our company, and signed
by Assistant Surgeon Young, and then by Col. Acker. I then took the
furlough to Gen. Kilpatrick, which he signed, and also endorsed on
the back to the effect that he hoped Gen. Sherman would also sign
and send me North. From Gen. Kilpatrick’s head-quarters I went to
see Gen. Sherman at Savannah and was ushered into his presence. The
Gen. looked the paper over and then said no men were being sent home
now and no furloughs granted for any cause. If I was permanently
disabled I could be sent to Northern hospitals, or if I had been
an exchanged prisoner of war, could be sent North, but there was
no provision made for escaped prisoners of war. Encouraged me with
the hope, however, that the war was nearly over and it could not
be long before we would all go home. Gave me a paper releasing me
from all duty until such time as I saw fit to do duty, and said the
first furlough granted should be mine, and he would retain it and
send to me as soon as possible. Cannot say that I was very sadly
disappointed, as I was having a good time with the company, and
regaining my health and getting better every day, with the exception
of my leg, which still troubled me. Stayed with the company until Lee
surrendered, Lincoln assassinated and all the fighting over and then
leaving Chapel Hill, North Carolina, in April, went to my home in
Michigan. In a few weeks was followed by the regiment, when we were
all mustered out of the service. As had been reported to me at the
regiment, I had been regarded as dead, and funeral sermon preached.
It was my sad duty to call upon the relatives of quite a number who
died in Andersonville, among whom were those of Dr. Lewis, John
McGuire and Jimmy Devers. The relics which had been entrusted to my
keeping were all lost with two exceptions, and through no fault of
mine. At the time of my severe sickness when first taken to Savannah,
and when I was helpless as a child, the things drifted away from me
some way, and were lost. But for the fact that Battese had two of my
diary books and Sergt. Winn the other, they also would have been lost.
I hope that this Diary may prove successful in its mission of truly
portraying the scenes at Andersonville and elsewhere during the time
of my imprisonment, and if so, the object of its author shall have
been accomplished.
Yours Very Respectfully,