John Grant, Corporal, wounded in the head at Berryville, September 3, 1864. Anton Rock, wounded at Hatcher’s Run March 31, 1865. Bruno Schmidt, wounded in the thigh at Berryville September 3, 1864. Hiram Utley, wounded in the hand at Winchester June 15, 1863. Isaac Nutter, arm amputated from wound received at Winchester, June 13, 1863. Albert W. Rhone, leg amputated from wound received at Winchester June 13, 1863. Joseph Goodsell, Sergeant, died from wounds received at Berryville September 3, 1864. John Robinson, leg amputated from wound received at Berryville September 3, 1864, and afterwards died. Jacob Wolf, Sergeant, wounded in the leg at Fisher’s Hill, September 22, 1864. Martin J. Gase, Corporal, wounded in the arm at Fisher’s Hill September 22, 1864. FIELD AND STAFF. Horace Kellogg, Lieutenant-Colonel, wounded in foot at Winchester June 15, 1863. W. B. Hyatt, Surgeon, wounded in action at Winchester June 15, 1863. CHAPTER XIV. THE ESCAPE OF OFFICERS FROM PRISONS AND A BRIEF ACCOUNT OF THOSE WHO DIED THERE. CONCLUSION. In the Spring of 1864 the most of our officers who were then in prison where changed to various prisons throughout the South, some of them making the entire circuit of Libby, Raleigh, Macon, Savannah, Charleston and Columbia. Two officers escaped by means of the “streight tunnel,” and Col. Wilson, Lieut. Col. Hunter, Capt. Chamberlin, and two or three others were exchanged and sent North, and, soon after, joined the regiment; while the greater portion of the remainder made their escape from some of the above named prisons and at different times. All of them, in fact, save Lieut. M. H. Smith, who was released by Gen. Sherman, on his celebrated march to the Sea, and Captains Riggs and Bender, who died there from cruel treatment. And, in-as-much as the escapes were all very similar, it will be necessary only to recount a few of them. Captain Randolph escaped from Columbia, South Carolina, during the Summer of ’64; by floating down the Santee river on a flat-boat, with several others, and, after a voyage of nearly one month, reached our fleet—blockading its mouth. On the trip they passed under several railroad bridges guarded by soldiers, the sentinels being in plain sight. Their plan was to float down the river at night, using long “sweeps” to force the boat through the water. As soon as daylight came, they would lay by for the day, secreting their boat, as best they could, among willows, or brush of some description. As a matter of course, they _foraged_ for their rations, or had colored men to do it for them. Sweet potatoes were in abundance; and, with young chickens, or a pig from a neighboring farmyard, a very fair meal could be gotten up.