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
"After we had drifted down some miles, we spied three boats
tied to the shore on the Alabama side of the river, and as we
had been giving our attention entirely to the Georgians all
along, we concluded to trade boats on that side of the river,
provided we could secure a better boat. Just as we had loosened
the one we selected, three men with a pack of dogs came down
the hill towards us, and the head man, evidently the owner,
began hallooing to us and calling us slanderous names, such as
thieves and the like. We did not stop to bandy words with the
fellows, but speedily shoved all the boats into the river, and
took a course up the river, as though we were going towards
Columbus. They rent the air with curses upon our heads. In the
course of fifteen or twenty minutes they had secured the boats
we shoved into the stream, and with the lights they carried we
could distinctly see that they were bent on pursuing us. We
took a wide circuit, and then headed downward under cover of
the willows, behind several small islands near the Georgia
shore, and came out in the main stream far below the islands,
while we had the satisfaction of seeing the lights of our
pursuers disappearing up the river and prowling about the upper
end of the islands, which we were now leaving far behind. We
soon lost sight of them, and the strong presumption is that
they never succeeded in finding their boat.
"We increased our speed, and kept under the shadows of the
wooded shores as much as possible, congratulating each other on
our lucky boat trade. With a good boat and an open river we
felt now that our chances of escape were exceedingly good, and
our spirits were buoyant and hopes high, although our stomachs
were craving food. But on we swept, hour after hour, down the
broad river, happy in the thought that we were fast placing
scores of miles between us and the hated prison. The rest given
our feet had much allayed the pain we suffered, and when
morning came and we had secreted ourselves for the day, we
slept well, but awoke in the afternoon ravenously desperate for
want of something to eat.
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