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
Weather very cold all the month. The prisoners without shoes or
clothes, obliged to keep their hammock. Fewer deaths than the month
before. Yard covered with snow.
_December._--Cold increasing. Prisoners in despair. Capt. Cotgrave
ordered the prisoners to turn out every morning at the hour of nine,
and stand in the yard till the guards counted them; this generally
took more than an hour. Many of the prisoners were without stockings,
and some without shoes, and many without jackets. They cut up their
blankets to wrap up their feet and legs, that they might be able to
endure the cold and snow while they were going through this ceremony.
We complained to the captain of this practice, and told him it was too
severe for the prisoners to endure; he said it was his orders, and as
agent he must obey them. We reminded him of several instances that
must shock the heart of every feeling man, that he himself was knowing
to the day before. Several of these naked men, chilled, and benumbed
with cold, and being half starved, fell down lifeless in his presence,
and in presence of the guards and turnkeys. This was a cruelty which
exceeded murder in any shape whatever; to expose the naked helpless
prisoner to perish in the pitiless blast of this bleak mountain, was an
act that made our hearts recoil with horror.
We remonstrated with the infamous author, but all our supplications and
remonstrances were in vain; the wretch was inexorable; his feelings had
become callous by continuing so long among the sufferings of the French
prisoners. After these men fell down in the yard, they were taken up
and carried to the hospital, and with some difficulty were restored to
life again; they were then immediately sent back to prison, there to
lie on the stone floor without bed or covering.
At this treatment I presume the reader will not so much wonder that so
many died, as he will that any could live at all.
The name of Isaac Cotgrave, agent at Dartmoor, of cruel memory, will
ever be engraven, in odious characters, on the mind of every American
who witnessed his unparalleled cruelty.
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