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
Several streets were threaded in the moonlight, and when the office was
reached, to add to our discomfort, it was destitute of fire. We stood in
the empty room, looking at the grim portraits of rebel generals for an
hour or two, until the marshal entered. He did not deign to speak to us,
but broke open a sealed letter Sergeant White handed him and read aloud
that ten disloyal Tennesseeans, four prisoners of war, and _six engine
thieves_ were hereby forwarded to Richmond by order of General
Beauregard. The old name applied to us was no small shock. We had hoped
that the title of "engine thieves" had been left behind, and that from
henceforth we would be only called "prisoners of war." But we still
trusted to be soon beyond their lines, and it would make no real
difference what name they exchanged us under. The marshal then gave his
orders, and we were conducted onward.
By this time it was daylight, December 7, 1862. Richmond looked still
more cheerless in the cold morning than in the moonlight.
A long march through a number of streets brought us to the banks of the
James River, where we halted in front of a most desolate-looking but
very large brick building, situated near the water, and surrounded by a
formidable circle of guards. This we supposed to be a prison, and soon
learned that we were right. It was the famous LIBBY.
We entered, were conducted up a flight of steps, and reached a vast,
open room, where we saw, almost for the first time since our capture,
the old, familiar United States uniform, and were soon in the midst of
over a hundred United States soldiers.
Our greeting at first was not very friendly, as we still wore the
ragged clothing that had served us all summer; but as soon as our true
character and history were known, a most cordial welcome was extended.
There was only one small stove in the cold, empty room, around which
part of the inmates were huddled. But with the characteristic courtesy
and chivalry of the American soldier they cleared a place beside it for
us. When I got warm I had leisure to look around.
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