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Identifier: battlefieldpriso00urba (find matches)
Title: Battle field and prison pen, or Through the war, and thrice a prisoner in rebel dungeons
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Urban, John W
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Prisoners and prisons
Publisher: (Philadelphia, Hubbard Brothers) Edgewood Pub. Co
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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unfortunate had leftits earthly abode, and one more murder wasadded to the already long list in Andersonvllle. One of the prisoners, in his eagerness to getclean water, had dipped through under the deadline, when the guard, who had been watching andwaiting for just such a chance to give him somekind of an excuse for his inhumanity, and anopportunity to display his bravery and chivalry,fired at him. The ball missed the mark It wasintended for, but unfortunately hit one of theothers who was In the act of stooping for waterin the rear of the one shot at. The ball passedthrough his head, and the poor unfortunate sol-dier fell dead alongside of the stream. After thecruel shot was fired, the comrades of the deadprisoner fled, leaving his dead body lying wherehe fell. Almost riveted to the spot with horrorand indignation, I could not run, but, turningaround, I took a long look at the monster whocould murder a fellow-being for so slight an of-fense, if an offence It could be called at all. He
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INDIGNANT AT BARBARITIES. 357 coolly proceeded to load his gun, turning him-self, however, so that he could not see the deadbody of his victim. A few prisoners gatheredaround me, and we commenced to express indig-nation at the cowardly act. One prisoner ex-claimed, I want just one good look at him, andthen one chance to meet him in this world, and Ithink I will know him if ever I do meet him. After the guard had finished loading his gun,he noticed that we were watchinof him and ex-pressing indignation; he raised his gun to hisshoulder, and yelled out, Scatter thar, or I willblow some more of you over. I do not think Iever in all my life felt quite as I did when Iwalked from that spot. I felt as if I would haveto cry out, My God, how long must we endurethis ? I really believe that I would have beenwilling to give my life for one chance at him. A few of the friends of the dead soldier hadgathered around his body, and I went up to seeif he was really dead. Some of them were shed-ding tea

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