XXII. THE JOURNAL OF DR. ELIAS CORNELIUS--BRITISH PRISONS IN THE SOUTH XXIII. A POET ON A PRISON SHIP XXIV. “THERE WAS A SHIP!” XXV. A DESCRIPTION OF THE JERSEY XXVI. THE EXPERIENCE OF EBENEZER FOX XXVII. THE EXPERIENCE OF EBENEZER FOX (CONTINUED) XXVIII. THE CASE OF CHRISTOPHER HAWKINS XXIX. TESTIMONY OF PRISONERS ON BOARD THE JERSEY XXX. RECOLLECTIONS OF ANDREW SHERBURNE XXXI. CAPTAIN ROSWELL PALMER XXXII. THE NARRATIVE OF CAPTAIN ALEXANDER COFFIN XXXIII. A WONDERFUL DELIVERANCE XXXIV. THE NARRATIVE OF CAPTAIN DRING XXXV. THE NARRATIVE OF CAPTAIN DRING (CONTINUED) XXXVI. THE INTERMENT OF THE DEAD XXXVII. DAME GRANT AND HER BOAT XXXVIII. THE SUPPLIES FOR THE PRISONERS XXXIX. FOURTH OF JULY ON THE JERSEY XL. AN ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE XLI. THE MEMORIAL TO GENERAL WASHINGTON XLII. THE EXCHANGE XLIII. THE CARTEL--CAPTAIN DRING’S NARRATIVE (CONTINUED) XLIV. CORRESPONDENCE OF WASHINGTON AND OTHERS XLV. GENERAL WASHINGTON AND REAR ADMIRAL DIGBY--COMMISSARIES SPROAT AND SKINNER XLVI. SOME OF THE PRISONERS ON BOARD THE JERSEY CONCLUSION APPENDIX A. LIST OF 8000 MEN WHO WERE PRISONERS ON BOARD THE OLD JERSEY APPENDIX B. THE PRISON SHIP MARTYRS OF THE REVOLUTION, AND AN UNPUBLISHED DIARY OF ONE OF THEM, WILLIAM SLADE, NEW CANAAN, CONN., LATER OF CORNWALL, VT. APPENDIX C. BIBLIOGRAPHY CHAPTER I INTRODUCTORY It is with no desire to excite animosity against a people whose blood is in our veins that we publish this volume of facts about some of the Americans, seamen and soldiers, who were so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of the enemy during the period of the Revolution. We have concealed nothing of the truth, but we have set nothing down in malice, or with undue recrimination. It is for the sake of the martyrs of the prisons themselves that this work has been executed. It is because we, as a people, ought to know what was endured; what wretchedness, what relentless torture, even unto death, was nobly borne by the men who perished by thousands in British prisons and prison ships of the Revolution; it is because we are in danger of forgetting the sacrifice they made of their fresh young lives in the service of their country; because the story has never been adequately told, that we, however unfit we may feel ourselves for the task, have made an effort to give the people of America some account of the manner in which these young heroes, the flower of the land, in the prime of their vigorous manhood, met their terrible fate. Too long have they lain in the ditches where they were thrown, a cart-full at a time, like dead dogs, by their heartless murderers, unknown, unwept, unhonored, and unremembered. Who can tell us their names? What monument has been raised to their memories?