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
We wondered who was coming next, as the feeble glimmering of a candle
above revealed several forms descending. The Tennesseeans cried out,
"Don't put any more down here! We're full! We'll die if more are put
down here!" But these remonstrances, reasonable as they were, produced
no effect. Down they came, and I, stationing myself at the foot of the
ladder, spoke something indifferently to them, and heard my own name
called in return. There was a warm clasp of ironed hands, and I knew
that I had true comrades in our common misery. It was Andrews, Wollam,
and Ross. Strangely mingled feelings swept over my bosom. I was sorry
that they had come to this terrible place, yet glad of their
companionship. We got into a corner by ourselves, for we did not know
but a spy might be waiting to catch our words, and cautiously spoke of
our past adventures, and strove to form some plans for the future. The
trap-door was soon closed, and the free air, which had seemed to flow to
us in sympathy, was once more shut out.
Others of our band were brought, I do not remember whether the same
evening or the next morning, and we wondered what had become of those
who were still absent. But they continued to arrive by twos and threes
until all had met in this doleful place of assemblage. The whole number
was twenty-two, and as fast as they came the Tennesseeans with us were
removed into the room above, and we had the foul den all to ourselves.
This allowed the advantage of talking freely without fear of betrayal.
We had great difficulty in arranging ourselves for sleep on account of
the smallness of the room. An easy calculation will show how closely we
were packed. A small corner was necessarily reserved for the water- and
slop-buckets. Then two rows, with ten in each row, left two over, who
had to be disposed of somehow. We did the best we could. Some sat
against the wall, while others leaned against the breasts of those who
were thus supported. Every motion caused the most dismal clanking of
chains, for the chains were not removed even in such a dungeon. After we
had been packed away for the night, if any one wanted to move his
position, or go for a drink, he was sure to tread on some of his
neighbors, and, tempers being naturally very short here, some warm
altercations took place, which contributed still more to disturb our
slumbers. A fight in the darkness with manacled hands was several times
prevented with great difficulty by those of us who were more pacifically
disposed.
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