Capturing a Locomotive: A History of Secret Service in the Late War.Pittenger, William
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Capturing a Locomotive: A History of Secret Service in the Late War.
Pittenger, William
Chattanooga Railroad Expedition, 1862; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Campaigns
"Gentlemen, the statements I made yesterday were intended to deceive."
("So we suspected," said one of the lawyers, _sotto voce_.) "I will now
tell you the truth."
The clerk got his pen ready to take down the information, and the
roomful of people assumed an attitude of deepest attention.
"Go on, sir; go on," said the president.
"I am ready," said I, "to give my true name, and the division and
regiment of the United States army to which I belong, and to tell why I
came so far into your country."
"Just what we want to know, sir. Go on," said they.
"But," I returned, "I will make no statement whatever until taken before
the regular military authority of this department."
Their disappointment and surprise at this announcement were almost
amusing. Curiosity was raised to the highest pitch, and did not like to
postpone its gratification. They employed every threat and argument in
their power to make me change my decision,--some of them saying that I
should be hanged to the nearest tree if I did not. But I knew my ground.
I told them that though an enemy I was a soldier, possessed of important
military information, and, if they were loyal to their cause, it was
their duty to take me at once before, some regular military authority.
The leading men admitted the justice of this view, and when they found
that I would reveal nothing there, they made arrangements to take me to
Chattanooga. This was distant about twenty miles from Lafayette.
Ringgold, near which we abandoned the train, was about the same distance
to the east. In that long and terrible night of wandering I had
travelled twenty miles in a straight line, and, with my meanderings,
must have walked more than fifty.
My reason for postponing my confession until reaching Chattanooga was
that I wanted to get out of the hands of the mob as soon as possible.
There was no body of soldiers or responsible authority in Lafayette. If
I had perished there no one, in any contingency, could have been called
to account for it. Where a department commander was stationed I would
have to reckon with him alone, which was far preferable, and I counted
on the curiosity of the mob to preserve me as long as my secret was not
revealed.
I was remanded to the jail to wait for the preparation of a suitable
escort. After dinner about a dozen men entered my room, and guarded me
out to the public square. There a carriage was waiting, in which I was
placed, and then commenced the complicated process of tying and
chaining.
By this time a great mob had gathered, completely filling the square,
and in the most angry and excited condition. Some persons questioned me
in loud and imperious tones, demanding why I came down there to fight
them, and adding every possible word of insult. I heard many significant
hints about getting ropes, and the folly of taking me to Chattanooga
when I could be hanged just as well there.
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