SOUTHERN ESCAPEES

_Feb. 23, '65_.--I saw a large procession of young men from the rebel

army, (deserters they are call'd, but the usual meaning of the word does

not apply to them,) passing the Avenue to-day. There were nearly 200,

come up yesterday by boat from James river. I stood and watch'd them

as they shuffled along, in a slow, tired, worn sort of way; a large

proportion of light-hair'd, blonde, light gray-eyed young men among

them. Their costumes had a dirt-stain'd uniformity; most had been

originally gray; some had articles of our uniform, pants on one, vest

or coat on another; I think they were mostly Georgia and North Carolina

boys. They excited little or no attention. As I stood quite close to

them, several good looking enough youths, (but O what a tale of misery

their appearance told,) nodded or just spoke to me, without doubt

divining pity and fatherliness out of my face, for my heart was full

enough of it. Several of the couples trudg'd along with their arms about

each other, some probably brothers, as if they were afraid they might

somehow get separated. They nearly all look'd what one might call

simple, yet intelligent, too. Some had pieces of old carpet, some

blankets, and others old bags around their shoulders. Some of them here

and there had fine faces, still it was a procession of misery. The two

hundred had with them about half a dozen arm'd guards. Along this week

I saw some such procession, more or less in numbers, every day, as they

were brought up by the boat. The government does what it can for them,

and sends them north and west.

_Feb. 27_.--Some three or four hundred more escapees from the

confederate army came up on the boat. As the day has been very pleasant

indeed, (after a long spell of bad weather,) I have been wandering

around a good deal, without any other object than to be out-doors and

enjoy it; have met these escaped men in all directions. Their apparel is

the same ragged, long-worn motley as before described. I talk'd with a

number of the men. Some are quite bright and stylish, for all their poor

clothes--walking with an air, wearing their old head-coverings on one

side, quite saucily. I find the old, unquestionable proofs, as all

along the past four years, of the unscrupulous tyranny exercised by the

secession government in conscripting the common people by absolute force

everywhere, and paying no attention whatever to the men's time being

up--keeping them in military service just the same. One gigantic young

fellow, a Georgian, at least six feet three inches high, broad-sized in

proportion, attired in the dirtiest, drab, well smear'd rags, tied

with strings, his trousers at the knees all strips and streamers, was

complacently standing eating some bread and meat. He appear'd contented

enough. Then a few minutes after I saw him slowly walking along. It was

plain he did not take anything to heart.

_Feb. 28._--As I pass'd the military headquarters of the city, not far

from the President's house, I stopt to interview some of the crowd of

escapees who were lounging there. In appearance they were the same as

previously mention'd. Two of them, one about 17, and the other perhaps

25 or '6, I talk'd with some time. They were from North Carolina, born

and rais'd there, and had folks there. The elder had been in the rebel

service four years. He was first conscripted for two years. He was then

kept arbitrarily in the ranks. This is the case with a large proportion

of the secession army. There was nothing downcast in these young

men's manners; the younger had been soldiering about a year; he was

conscripted; there were six brothers (all the boys of the family) in

the army, part of them as conscripts, part as volunteers; three had been

kill'd; one had escaped about four months ago, and now this one had got

away; he was a pleasant and well-talking lad, with the peculiar North

Carolina idiom (not at all disagreeable to my ears.) He and the elder

one were of the same company, and escaped together--and wish'd to remain

together. They thought of getting transportation away to Missouri, and

working there; but were not sure it was judicious. I advised them rather

to go to some of the directly northern States, and get farm work for the

present. The younger had made six dollars on the boat, with some tobacco

he brought; he had three and a half left. The elder had nothing; I

gave him a trifle. Soon after, met John Wormley, 9th Alabama, a West

Tennessee rais' d boy, parents both dead--had the look of one for a long

time on short allowance--said very little--chew'd tobacco at a fearful

rate, spitting in proportion--large clear dark-brown eyes, very

fine--didn't know what to make of me--told me at last he wanted much

to get some clean underclothes, and a pair of decent pants. Didn't care

about coat or hat fixings. Wanted a chance to wash himself well, and

put on the underclothes. I had the very great pleasure of helping him to

accomplish all those wholesome designs.

_March 1st_.--Plenty more butternut or clay-color'd escapees every

day. About 160 came in to-day, a large portion South Carolinians. They

generally take the oath of allegiance, and are sent north, west, or

extreme south-west if they wish. Several of them told me that the

desertions in their army, of men going home, leave or no leave, are far

more numerous than their desertions to our side. I saw a very forlorn

looking squad of about a hundred, late this afternoon, on their way to

the Baltimore depot.

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