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
"In the mean time we had devoured everything the good woman had
set before us on the table. We were ashamed, but our hunger was
so much stronger than our sense of shame that we could not
leave off, and, if we had not been in a hurry, we would have
waited for her to have prepared another meal for us. She said
she regretted that she had not more cooked to set before us,
but we told her she had been very kind, and thanked them, at
the same time bidding them good-night, when we started off, as
they supposed, for the ferry. A short time afterwards we were
in our boat pulling down-stream with more vigorous energy than
we had before. We kept up a steady stroke of the paddles for
some hours, feeling that each stroke placed so much more
distance between us and the prison.
"While we were thus moving along with steady, cautious stroke,
high in the hopes of the future, I suddenly, quicker than a
flash, found myself lying flat on my back in the river. What on
earth had happened I did not know, the accident had been so
sudden. I thought of earthquakes, whales, sharks, torpedoes,
and many other things. Luckily, one of my feet caught on the
side of the boat, and I drifted with it until Mark came to my
assistance and pulled me out. The cause of my mishap had been a
ferry-boat wire, which was stretched across the river, and hung
just low enough to catch me fairly as I sat in the stern of the
boat. It struck Mark, but he sat in the middle, and fell into
the bottom of the boat. We were going at a good speed, and the
collision came so suddenly that it is a wonder we did not fare
worse. Fortunately, there were no guards at the ferry, so we
had no cause to apprehend discovery or molestation. My greatest
mishap was a thorough wetting, for the night was frosty and
cold, and caused me to chill.
"This was followed in the after part of the night by a stupor
that I could not shake off, and my continued efforts at the
paddle had wellnigh exhausted me. Mark could not manage the
boat very well, as he had tried it a number of times. But I
felt that I must have rest and sleep, and so gave the boat over
into his hands, enjoining him to keep it in the current. I lay
down in the bottom of the boat, and soon sank into a state of
forgetfulness and sleep. I do not know how long I had slept,
but some time in the night Mark aroused me, and told me we
could go no farther, as we had come 'to the end of the river.'
It was some time before he could awaken me fully to
consciousness, so that I could comprehend our situation.
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