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essay　a　clumsy　flight；　ending　by　dropping　down　upon　some　exposed　portion
of　a　man's　body；　and　stinging　him　like　a　gad…fly。　　Still　worse；　they
would　drop　into　what　he　was　cooking；　and　the　utmost　care　could　not
prevent　a　mess　of　food　from　being　contaminated　with　them。

All　the　water　that　we　had　to　use　was　that　in　the　creek　which　flowed
through　this　seething　mass　of　corruption；　and　received　its　sewerage。
How　pure　the　water　was　when　it　came　into　the　Stockade　was　a　question。
We　always　believed　that　it　received　the　drainage　from　the　camps　of　the
guards；　a　half…a…mile　away。

A　road　was　made　across　the　swamp；　along　the　Dead　Line　at　the　west　side；
where　the　creek　entered　the　pen。　　Those　getting　water　would　go　to　this
spot；　and　reach　as　far　up　the　stream　as　possible；　to　get　the　water　that
was　least　filthy。　　As　they　could　reach　nearly　to　the　Dead　Line　this
furnished　an　excuse　to　such　of　the　guards　as　were　murderously　inclined　to
fire　upon　them。　　I　think　I　hazard　nothing　in　saying　that　for　weeks　at
least　one　man　a　day　was　killed　at　this　place。　　The　murders　became
monotonous；　there　was　a　dreadful　sameness　to　them。　　A　gun　would　crack；
looking　up　we　would　see；　still　smoking；　the　muzzle　of　the　musket　of　one
of　the　guards　on　either　side　of　the　creek。　　At　the　same　instant　would
rise　a　piercing　shriek　from　the　man　struck；　now　floundering　in　the　creek
in　his　death　agony。　　Then　thousands　of　throats　would　yell　out　curses　and
denunciations；　and

〃O；　give　the　Rebel　　　　　a　furlough！〃

It　was　our　belief　that　every　guard　who　killed　a　Yankee　was　rewarded　with
a　thirty…day　furlough。　　Mr。　Frederick　Holliger；　now　of　Toledo；　formerly　a
member　of　the　Seventy…Second　Ohio；　and　captured　at　Guntown；　tells　me；　as
his　introduction　to　Andersonville　life；　that　a　few　hours　after　his　entry
he　went　to　the　brook　to　get　a　drink；　reached　out　too　far；　and　was　fired
upon　by　the　guard；　who　missed　him；　but　killed　another　man　and　wounded　a
second。　　The　other　prisoners　standing　near　then　attacked　him；　and　beat
him　nearly　to　death；　for　having　drawn　the　fire　of　the　guard。

Nothing　could　be　more　inexcusable　than　these　murders。　　Whatever　defense
there　might　be　for　firing　on　men　who　touched　the　Dead　Line　in　other　parts
of　the　prison；　there　could　be　none　here。　　The　men　had　no　intention　of
escaping；　they　had　no　designs　upon　the　Stockade；　they　were　not　leading
any　party　to　assail　it。　　They　were　in　every　instance　killed　in　the　act　of
reaching　out　with　their　cups　to　dip　up　a　little　water。




CHAPTER　XXIX

SOME　DISTINCTION　BETWEEN　SOLDIERLY　DUTY　AND　MURDERA　PLOT　TO　ESCAPE
IT　IS　REVEALED　AND　FRUSTRATED。

Let　the　reader　understand　that　in　any　strictures　I　make　I　do　not　complain
of　the　necessary　hardships　of　war。　　I　understood　fully　and　accepted　the
conditions　of　a　soldier's　career。　　My　going　into　the　field　uniformed　and
armed　implied　an　intention；　at　least；　of　killing；　wounding；　or　capturing；
some　of　the　enemy。　　There　was　consequently　no　ground　of　complaint　if　I
was；　myself　killed；　wounded；　or　captured。　　If　I　did　not　want　to　take
these　chances　I　ought　to　stay　at　home。　　In　the　same　way；　I　recognized　the
right　of　our　captors　or　guards　to　take　proper　precautions　to　prevent　our
escape。　　I　never　questioned　for　an　instant　the　right　of　a　guard　to　fire
upon　those　attempting　to　escape；　and　to　kill　them。　　Had　I　been　posted
over　prisoners　I　should　have　had　no　compunction　about　shooting　at　those
trying　to　get　away；　and　consequently　I　could　not　blame　the　Rebels　for
doing　the　same　thing。　　It　was　a　matter　of　soldierly　duty。

But　not　one　of　the　men　assassinated　by　the　guards　at　Andersonville　were
trying　to　escape；　nor　could　they　have　got　away　if　not　arrested　by　a
bullet。　　In　a　majority　of　instances　there　was　not　even　a　transgression　of
a　prison　rule；　and　when　there　was　such　a　transgression　it　was　a　mere
harmless　inadvertence。　　The　slaying　of　every　man　there　was　a　foul　crime。

The　most　of　this　was　done　by　very　young　boys；　some　of　it　by　old　men。
The　Twenty…Sixth　Alabama　and　Fifty…Fifth　Georgia；　had　guarded　us　since
the　opening　of　the　prison；　but　now　they　were　ordered　to　the　field；　and
their　places　filled　by　the　Georgia　〃Reserves；〃　an　organization　of　boys
under；　and　men　over　the　military　age。　　As　General　Grant　aptly…phrased　it；
〃They　had　robbed　the　cradle　and　the　grave；〃　in　forming　these　regiments。
The　boys；　who　had　grown　up　from　children　since　the　war　began；　could　not
comprehend　that　a　Yankee　was　a　human　being；　or　that　it　was　any　more
wrongful　to　shoot　one　than　to　kill　a　mad　dog。　　Their　young　imaginations
had　been　inflamed　with　stories　of　the　total　depravity　of　the　Unionists
until　they　believed　it　was　a　meritorious　thing　to　seize　every　opportunity
to　exterminate　them。

Early　one　morning　I　overheard　a　conversation　between　two　of　these
youthful　guards：

〃Say；　Bill；　I　heerd　that　you　shot　a　Yank　last　night？〃

〃Now；　you　just　bet　I　did。　　God！　you　jest　ought　to've　heerd　him　holler。〃

Evidently　the　juvenile　murderer　had　no　more　conception　that　he　had
committed　crime　than　if　he　had　killed　a　rattlesnake。

Among　those　who　came　in　about　the　last　of　the　month　were　two　thousand　men
from　Butler's　command；　lost　in　the　disastrous　action　of　May　15；　by　which
Butler　was　〃bottled　up〃　at　Bermuda　Hundreds。　　At　that　time　the　Rebel
hatred　for　Butler　verged　on　insanity；　and　they　vented　this　upon　these　men
who　were　so　lucklessin　every　senseas　to　be　in　his　command。　　Every
pains　was　taken　to　mistreat　them。　　Stripped　of　every　article　of　clothing；
equipment；　and　cooking　utensilseverything；　except　a　shirt　and　a　pair　of
pantaloons；　they　were　turned　bareheaded　and　barefooted　into　the　prison；
and　the　worst　possible　place　in　the　pen　hunted　out　to　locate　them　upon。
This　was　under　the　bank；　at　the　edge　of　the　Swamp　and　at　the　eastern　side
of　the　prison；　where　the　sinks　were；　and　all　filth　from　the　upper　part　of
the　camp　flowed　down　to　them。　　The　sand　upon　which　they　lay　was　dry　and
burning　as　that　of　a　tropical　desert；　they　were　without　the　slightest
shelter　of　any　kind；　the　maggot　flies　swarmed　over　them；　and　the　stench
was　frightful。　　If　one　of　them　survived　the　germ　theory　of　disease　is　a
hallucination。

The　increasing　number　of　prisoners　made　it　necessary　for　the　Rebels　to
improve　their　means　of　guarding　and　holding　us　in　check。　　They　threw　up　a
line　of　rifle　pits　around　the　Stockade　for　the　infantry　guards。
At　intervals　along　this　were　piles　of　hand　grenades；　which　could　be　used
with　fearful　effect　in　case　of　an　outbreak。　　A　strong　star　fort　was
thrown　up　at　a　little　distance　from　the　southwest　corner。　　Eleven　field
pieces　were　mounted　in　this　in　such　a　way　as　to　rake　the　Stockade
diagonally。　　A　smaller　fort；　mounting　five　guns；　was　built　at　the
northwest　corner；　and　at　the　northeast　and　southeast　corners　were　small
lunettes；　with　a　couple　of　howitzers　each。　　Packed　as　we　were　we　had
reason　to　dread　a　single　round　from　any　of　these　works；　which　could　not
fail　to　produce　fearful　havoc。

Still　a　plot　was　concocted　for　a　break；　and　it　seemed　to　the　sanguine
portions　of　us　that　it　must　prove　successful。　　First　a　secret　society　was
organized；　bound　by　the　most　stringent　oaths　that　could　be　devised。
The　members　of　this　were　divided　into　companies　of　fifty　men　each；　under
officers　regularly　elected。　　The　secrecy　was　assumed　in　order　to　shut　out
Rebel　spies　and　the　traitors　from　a　knowledge　of　the　contemplated
outbreak。　　A　man　named　Bakerbelonging；　I　think；　to　some　New　York
regimentwas　the　grand　organizer　of　the　scheme。　　We　were　careful　in　each
of　our　companies　to　admit　none　to　membership　except　such　as　long
acquaintance　gave　us　entire　confidence　in。

The　plan　was　to　dig　large　tunnels　to　the　Stockade　at　various　places；　and
then　hollow　out　the　ground　at　the　foot　of　the　timbers；　so　that　a　half
dozen　or　so　could　be　pushed　over　with　a　little　effort；　and　make　a　gap　ten
or　twelve　feet　wide。　　All　these　were　to　be　thrown　down　at　a　preconcerted
signal；　the　companies　were　to　rush　out　and　seize　the　eleven　guns　of　the
headquarters　fort。　　The　Plymouth　Brigade　was　then　to　man　these　and　turn
them　on　the　camp　of　the　Reserves　who；　it　was　imagined；　would　drop　their
arms　and　take　to　their　heels　after　receiving　a　round　or　so　of　shell。
We　would　gather　what　arms　we　could；　and　place　them　in　the　hands　of　the
most　active　and　determined。　　This　would　give　us　frown　eight　to　ten
thousand　fairly　armed；　resolute　men；　with　which　we　thought　we　could　march
to　Appalachicola　Bay；　or　to　Sherman。

We　worked　energetically　at　our　tunnels；　which　soon　began　to　assume　such
shape　as　to　give　assurance　that　they　would　answer　our　expectations　in
opening　the　prison　walls。

Then　came　the　usual　blight　to　all　such　enterprises：　a　spy　or　a　traitor
revealed　everything　to　Wirz。　　One　day　a　guard　came　in；　seized　Baker　and
took　him　out。　　What　was　done　with　him　I　know　not；　we　never　heard　of　him
after　he　passed　the　inner　gate。

Immediately　afterward　all　the　Sergeants　of　detachments　were　summoned
outside。　　There　they　met　Wirz；　who　made　a　speech　informing　them　that　he
knew　all　the　details　of　the　plot；　and　had　made　sufficient　preparations　to
defeat　it。　　The　guard　had　been　strongly　reinforced；　and　disposed　in　such
a　manner　as　to　protect　the　guns　from　capture。　　The　Stockade　had　been
secured　to　prevent　its　falling；　even　if　undermined。　　He　said；　in
addition；　that　Sherman　had　been　badly　defeated　by　Johnston；　and　driven
back　across　the　river；　so　that　any　hopes　of　co…operation　by　him　would　be
ill…founded。

When　the　Sergeants　returned；　he　caused　the　following　notice　to　be　posted
on　the　gates

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　NOTICE。

　　　　　Not　wishing　to　shed　the　blood　of　hundreds；　not　connected　with　those
　　　　　who　concocted　a　mad　plan　to　force　the　Stockade；　and　make　in　this　way
　　　　　their　escape；　I　hereby　warn　the　leaders　and　those　who　formed
　　　　　themselves　into　a　band　to　carry　out　this；　that　I　am　in　possession　of
　　　　　all　the　facts；　and　have　made　my　dispositions　accordingly；　so　as　to
　　　　　frustrate　it。　　No　choice　would　be　left　me　but　to　open　with　grape　and
　　　　　canister　on　the　Stockade；　and　what　effect　this　would　have；　in　this
　　　　　densely　crowded　place；　need　not　be　told。

　　　　　May　25；1864。
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　H。　Wirz。

The　nex