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
"The information we had gained was invaluable to us, although I
felt I had obtained it at some risk. When night came on we
pulled out and passed down on the opposite side of the bay from
the city, slowly and cautiously. We had moss in the bottom, on
the sides, and in the seats of our boat for our comfort. As
soon as we had gone well past the city, whose bright lights we
could plainly see, we crossed the bay to the city side below
the city, in the hope of finding a more sea-worthy boat. We
were unable to find any other boat, however, and pulled on down
the bay as fast as we could. While going down the bay that
evening, we ran along in the midst of a large school of huge
fish of some description, from which we apprehended danger
every instant. These monsters would swim along on all sides of
us, with great fins sticking more than a foot out of the water,
and extended like a great fan. One of these fish could easily
have wrecked our boat with its huge body. We hoped to reach the
blockading fleet before daylight, but the night grew cloudy and
we were unable to tell what course we were running, as the bay
grew wider and wider as we went out. We decided the best thing
we could do was to pull for land, which we reached after
midnight, pretty well exhausted with our hard work at the
paddles. We tied up our boat and went to a thicket near by and
slept soundly.
"When we awoke in the morning, we were cheered by the beautiful
surroundings,--all just as nature had fashioned them, for the
habitation or handiwork of man was nowhere to be seen. Our
couch had been a bed of prickly grass, that caused a stinging,
itching sensation all over our bodies. We had slept in a wild
orange grove.
"We made a hasty breakfast on our fish and potatoes left from
the night previous, and started for our boat; but imagine our
surprise when we found it distant at least two hundred yards
from the water. Mark, who had lived in the old country,
explained to me that this was the effect of the ocean tide,
which had gone out since we landed, and would not come in again
until that night. There was no safe course left us but to drag
our boat to the water, which we did, after tugging at it for
about an hour.
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