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Title: The immortal six hundred; a story of cruelty to Confederate prisoners of war
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Murray, J. Ogden
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Prison life Charleston (S.C.) -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: Roanoke, Va., The Stone Printing and Manufacturing Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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water,except what each man could catch in his oilclothduring the rain last night up to twelve oclock, atwhich time we were landed on Morris Island, andwere received by the 54th Mass. Regt. (negro), wemarched two and one-half miles along the easternshore of the Island and many of our officers gave outowing to their confinement on the boat and want ofrations. We passed in front of Fort Wagner, beingthen in between it and Fort Sumter, we continued insame direction, but a few hundred yards when werun into a pen made of pine poles planted in theground, about twelve feet in length, making a sub-stantial picket fence with a parapet on it, and mount-ed thereon was a line of negro sentries, and on theground another line of like sentries. Inside of saidpen is a grass rope, about twenty feet from thefence, between this rope and fence we were told bythe Colonel of said regiment, was certain death toany of us, except we were escorted by a Yankeeofficer. Inside of said rope are 160 A-tents. In 254
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LIEUTENANT REV. T. S. ARMSTEAD i>i)B. .1 ASTOy THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED these we are put, four to the tent. The Yankeesfired more than usual since we have been in hearingof this place, we suppose trying to draw fire from ourbatteries, but got no answer as yet. Weather clearand nice. I am in good health, but growing weakfrom shortness of rations. September 8th.—Was aroused this morning atdaylight by the Colonel whipping one of his blackYankee soldiers for being asleep on the fence. Thedarky said he was not asleep, Jut just studying.At a Httle after sunrise in came the negro drummersand gave us a rousing reveille and then followed by acolored Sergeant, got us out in Une, orders to leftdress front, count us. Presently along camethe Captain, a white man. The Sergeant salutedhim, made his report. The Captain returned thesalute, took down the report. The Sergeant ordersto break ranks, march. This is gone through threetimes a day. September 9th.—No change in rations. Threeroll calls o

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