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
The prisoners now began to live, and got into good spirits. The latter
part of this month 150 workmen were employed at different branches of
mechanical business. At this time prisoners from Stapleton arrived at
this depot; their number at first was 400, but was now reduced to 350.
Seventeen had enlisted in the British service, eight died, and the
remainder made their escape. On their arrival here, they were committed
to No. 4, which contained upwards of 1400, and was much crowded.
These 350 were in a very bad condition, many were without shoes, and
had travelled most of the distance in the same condition, for the
shoes they had received from the agent did not last more than three
or four weeks. This was an imposition of the contractor, as the agent
afterwards said he had learned.
On the twentieth of June we were informed, by Capt. Shortland, that
when the other prisoners arrived from Chatham, he would open the yards
on the south side of the enclosure, and give us all the privileges
of the other prisons. These yards being large, would admit of many
amusements which that of No. 4 would not, such as playing ball, &c.
At this time, viewing our circumstances on all sides, and seeing no
hope of exchange or peace, we formed a design to make our escape; our
plan was, that immediately after our removal to the other prisons, to
dig a hole two hundred and eighty feet long, all the way under ground;
this would reach from the prison beyond the outer wall. The success of
this design will be mentioned hereafter. On the same day we received
London papers, containing an account of the capture of the United
States frigate Essex, by the frigate Phebe and sloop-of-war Cherub. The
London editor said that the Essex was equal in size to a seventy-four.
Had he said her defence was equal to a seventy-four, Capt. Hillyar
would have agreed with him. The garrison was again renewed with a
new regiment, and the old one removed. This regiment was very much
embittered against the government; their term of five years, for which
they had enlisted, having expired, the government refused to discharge
them.
At this time the government was giving great encouragement to soldiers
to enlist to fight against the United States; this regiment was
offered every inducement to join; they therefore made it their business
to make particular inquiry of the prisoners what was the manner of our
warfare, and the dispositions of the American soldiers. I found they
were very ignorant in these things, and easily deterred from their
enlisting. I composed a song, and distributed it among them, after
which not a man ever enlisted or offered to. This very much enraged the
soldier-officers of the garrison, who issued orders that if any sentry
was found conversing with a prisoner, he should be punished; but it
was impossible to stop it, the soldiers were equally desirous as the
prisoners to converse.
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