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
For a little time I made no answer to any question, and paid as little
attention as possible to what was said. But the tumult increased, and
the mob grew so violent in its denunciations that I feared a passive
policy would no longer serve. Though I was being very effectually bound,
my tongue was still at liberty. I had no experience in managing mobs,
but I felt, by a kind of instinct, that mobs and dogs are very
similar,--neither likes to attack a person who quietly and
good-humoredly faces them. I had proved this with savage dogs several
times for mere sport, but this was a more serious matter. I was not much
in the humor of talking, but it was better to be led by policy than by
inclination. Selecting, therefore, some of the nearest persons, I spoke
to them. They answered with curses, but in the very act of cursing they
grew milder and more willing to converse. I answered their innuendoes
cheerfully, jesting, whenever opportunity offered, about the manner I
was being secured, the bracelets they were giving me, the care they had
for a "Yankee," as they persisted in calling me, and tried to look and
speak as if the whole matter were a mere comedy. I soon got some of the
laughers on my side, and before long had the satisfaction of hearing one
man say, regretfully, "Pity he is a Yankee, for he seems to be a good
fellow," and another agree to the sentiment. Yet I was not sorry to hear
the driver announce that we were now ready to start.
The manner in which I was tied indicated that my captors intended to
"make assurance doubly sure, and take a bond of fate." One end of a
heavy chain was put around my neck, and fastened there with a padlock;
the other end was passed behind the carriage-seat, and hitched to my
foot in the same manner, the chain being extended to its full length
while I was in a sitting position, thus rendering it impossible for me
to rise. My hands were tied together, my elbows were pinioned to my
sides by ropes, and, to crown all, I was firmly bound to the
carriage-seat, while two horsemen, armed with pistols and carbines,
followed the carriage at a short distance, and my evil genius, the
little major, took the seat beside me, likewise armed to the teeth. I
ought to have felt secure, but did not. The same exaggerated caution was
often noticed afterwards.
As we left Lafayette behind, the sky, which had been clouded for days,
suddenly cleared. The sun shone in beauty, and smiled on the first faint
dawnings of spring that lay in tender green on the surrounding hills.
What would I not have given for such a day forty-eight hours earlier!
But even then it was very welcome, and my spirit grew more light as I
breathed the fresh air and listened to the singing of the birds.
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