The prisoners' memoirs, or, Dartmoor prison : $b containing a complete and impartial history of the entire captivity of the Americans in England, from the commencement of the last war between the United States and Great Britain, until all prisoners were released by the treaty of Ghent. Also a particular detail of all occurrences relative to the horrid massacre at Dartmoor, on the fatal evening of the 6th of April, 1815. — John Shaqi
The prisoners' memoirs, or, Dartmoor prison : $b containing a complete and impartial history of the entire captivity of the Americans in England, from the commencement of the last war between the United States and Great Britain, until all prisoners were released by the treaty of Ghent. Also a particular detail of all occurrences relative to the horrid massacre at Dartmoor, on the fatal evening of the 6th of April, 1815.Andrews, C. (Charles)
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The prisoners' memoirs, or, Dartmoor prison : $b containing a complete and impartial history of the entire captivity of the Americans in England, from the commencement of the last war between the United States and Great Britain, until all prisoners were released by the treaty of Ghent. Also a particular detail of all occurrences relative to the horrid massacre at Dartmoor, on the fatal evening of the 6th of April, 1815.
Andrews, C. (Charles)
Dartmoor Prison; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Prisoners and prisons
All the prison floors were either stone or cement, and each story
contained but one apartment, and resembled long vacant horse-stables.
There were in each story six tiers of joists for the prisoners to
fasten their hammocks to. The hammocks have a stick at each end to
spread them out, and are hung in the manner of cots, four or five
deep, or one above the other. On each side of the prison is left a
vacancy for a passage from one end of the prison to the other. We were
then informed that the prisoners must be counted out and messed, six
together, every morning by the guards and turnkeys.
During the month of April there was scarce a day but more or less rain
fell. The weather here is almost constantly wet and foggy, on account
of the prison being situated on the top of a mountain, whose elevation
is two thousand feet above the level of the sea. This height is equal
to the plane on which the clouds generally float in a storm, the
atmosphere not being dense enough to support heavy clouds much above
that height; almost every one that passes that way finds the top of the
mountain enveloped in a thick fog and heavy torrent of rain. In winter
the same cause makes as frequent snows as rain in summer. It is also
some degrees colder during the whole year than in the adjacent country
below. This too is occasioned by the great elevation of the top of the
mountain, which is above the atmosphere heated by the reflected rays
of the sun upon the common surface of the earth, and being small of
itself, reflects but little heat. These two causes combined, produce
constant cold and wet weather.
Information was brought us that all prisoners in England were placed
on a naval establishment, and under the direction of a naval officer.
Captain Isaac Cotgrave, of the royal navy, was the agent for the
prisoners of war at this depot. The Transport Board directed that a
market should be held every day, in front of each prison yard. This
market was supplied with provisions by the inhabitants of the adjacent
country; twenty or thirty of whom came every day, and furnished it with
every kind of country produce. They were not allowed to impose on the
prisoners, by demanding an exhorbitant price for their produce; the
prices of every article were fixed by the turnkeys before they entered
the yard, according to the prices in the nearest market-town. No person
was permitted to enter within the first gate, without being strictly
examined as to their business, and without giving a satisfactory
account of themselves; if they did this, they were then permitted to
enter and begin their trade.
At the market, the French prisoners carry on a great traffic. They buy
and sell, and are, apparently, as happy as if they were not imprisoned.
But the Americans are not so;--they long for that land of liberty, so
dear to them, and sigh for their distant home.
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