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 were no more than safely across the road when a new and
unseen obstacle, in the shape of a high fence, presented
itself, over which we must climb before we could breathe free.
We crawled carefully to the fence, and by great patience and
much care, one at a time, managed to get over without
attracting the attention of the guards. We felt as if we had
accomplished quite an achievement when at last we had escaped
beyond the fence a few steps and found ourselves in an open
field, where we could push ahead noiselessly, and when, at
last, we got away entirely out of hearing, we struck out on a
full run. At the far side of the field we came to a small
stream, in which we travelled some distance in the water, to
take precaution against pursuit by dogs. Soon after, we struck
a thick piece of woods on the slope of a hill-side, which we
continued to ascend under the thick foliage for some time. But,
at last, exhausted Nature asserted her full sway, and we were
compelled to lie down and rest out of sheer inability to go
farther.
"Up to this time, I think, neither of us had spoken any more
than if we had been dumb. As we threw ourselves on the ground,
without breath or strength to go farther, we began to realize
the weak, helpless condition we were in. It did not appear as
if our limbs were strong enough to carry us five miles a day.
When we looked forward to the long journey ahead of us, the
hunger and fatigue, it looked a little discouraging. I think,
however, a portion of this sense of physical prostration was
caused by the sudden relaxation from the great mental strain
and excitement which had been upon us from the time of the
jail-break and immediately preceding it. This, with the intense
exertion in running, in our enfeebled condition, had wellnigh
unnerved us. We were wild, too, almost, with joy at our escape.
"But we had but little time to rest, rejoice, or feel thankful
in. Many contingencies yet stood between us and the goal of our
hopes. Many armed enemies; many long, weary miles of travel;
many rivers lay across our path, and many days of hunger and
many sleepless nights, if we would succeed.
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