SKETCHES IN PRISON CAMPS: A CONTINUATION OF Sketches of the War. BY CHARLES C. NOTT, LATE COLONEL OF THE 176TH NEW YORK VOLS. “On her bier, Quiet lay the buried year; I sat down where I could see, Life without and sunshine free— Death within!” NEW YORK: ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH, 770 BROADWAY, CORNER OF 9TH ST. 1865. ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by CHARLES C. NOTT, In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. JOHN J. REED, PRINTER AND STEREOTYPER, 43 Centre Street, N. Y. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To CLARKSON N. POTTER, FOR HIS GENEROSITY AND GREAT FAITHFULNESS TO ME, AND TO EVERY SOLDIER WITH WHOM HE HAS BEEN IN ANY WAY CONNECTED DURING THE PAST WAR, THIS WORK IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED. CONTENTS. PAGE I.— THE TRANSPORT 7 II.— THE PAY-MASTER 25 III.— THE WILD TEXANS 37 IV.— THE MARCH 57 V.— THE PRAIRIES 71 VI.— CAMP GROCE 94 VII.— TEA 119 VIII.— CAMP FORD 132 IX.— A DINNER 150 X.— ESCAPE 171 XI.— EXCHANGE 193 PRISON CAMPS. I. THE TRANSPORT. “There come the tug-boats, Colonel,” says an officer, as I stand on the deck of the “Alice Counce,” waiting for my regiment. I am a stranger to it, and only assume command to-day. From the East river come the boats, laden as many other boats have been, with a dark swarm of men, who cover the deck and hang upon the bulwarks. The boats come alongside and throw their lines to the ship, and then rises a concord of those sounds that generally start with a new regiment. “ATTENTION! Officers and men will remain on board the boats till ordered aboard the ship. Captains of A and F will march their companies aboard and conduct them to their quarters. The bunks of each are marked with their Company letter.”