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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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TEE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED Really, it seemed like the elements hadjoined hands with Stanton and Foster todestroy us. There can be no claim set upby the Federal authorities and GeneralFoster, commanding Department of theSouth, that the ration given us was thebest that could be done for us. If suchclaim is made, it is false, for I do knowthat the storehouse of the fort containedcomjnissary stores going to waste, whilewe human beings were being starved todeath. The treatment of our prisonersof war by General Foster, U. S. A., wasthe refinement of cruelty. God grant Imay never be again subjected to suchcruelty, nor witness such infamous bar-barity, as that inflicted upon the six hun-dred Confederate officers at Fort Pulaski.It was shocking to look upon these poor,helpless prisoners of war, starved untilthey became walking skeletons; and someof the six hundred were wounded men,whose wounds had not yet healed over.Why they were not exchanged with thoseat Hilton Head I do not know. Hunger 136
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HON. Z. W. EWING, TENN. THE IMMORTAL SIX HUNDRED drove our men to catching and eatingdogs, cats, and rats. Now, when I cancalmly think over the terrible ordeal, Iwonder why we did not eat each other.How one man of the Immortal Six Hun-dred came out of Fort Pulaski and HiltonHead prisons alive is beyond the ken ofman. God only knows. Our men becameas expert as cats at catching rats. If arodent poked his nose out of his holesome fellow would nab him like a cat.We had cleaned out all the cats aboutthe fort but one. He was a pet of ColonelBrowns wife; she begged us not to dis-turb him, so Tom came in our prison per-fectly free from danger, although I mustsay that about Christmas day the temp-tation was very great to make a Christmasroast of Tom. We went through Christ-mas week dreaming and talking of thegood things our people must have athome in Dixie, and we would wonder ifour loved ones and comrades had any-thing to eat beyond their army rations.On the first day of January, 1865, the 13

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