Treatment of Federal Soldiers There
Eds. Indianian:
As a great deal of interest has been manifested in regard to the
treatment of Federal prisoners in Richmond, in this county as
well as almost every other place in the loyal portion of the Union,
I have concluded, at the solicitation of many friends, to give
you the following statement of matters and things that came under
my notice while held in "durancevile" in the Capitol
of the Southern Confederacy the home of the F. F. V's the hot-bed
of Secession and treachery:
After Our Capture
In your last week's issue I gave a statement of the skirmish between
my party of seven, and the rebels, up to the time of our surrender.
After we had yielded, we were taken to Martinsburgh, arriving
there just as the shades of evening were thickening about the
city, and after some considerable delay, the captain who had us
in charge, found a hotel where they were willing to give us something
to eat, for the Jeff Davis currency.
On Exhibition
During all the time, that the Captain was hunting a place
to procure refreshments, we were exposed to the gaze of a large
crowd who had gathered around to see the "d---d Yankees,"
and as we sat there upon the horses which had brought us thus
far on our jour ney, we attracted as much attention, as any animal
show that ever traveled, taking into consideration the fact that
our advent among the citizens of the place had not been previously
announced.
We were relieved from the gaze of the multitude, which by this
time had swelled to several hundred, by the return of the Captain,
who again took us in charge, and conducted us to a hotel, where
supper was in preparation.
A Strong Guard Necessary
We were strongly guarded, and indeed it was necessary not so much
to keep us from breaking out, as to keep the yelling mob outside
from rushing in.
Virginia Hospitality
After supper was over (by the way it consisted of tough beef and
burnt bread coffee) we were escorted to the parlor the landlord
facetiously and repeatedly remarking to me that he would allow
us some of "our Virginia hospitality." There were a
large number of Secesh officers present, and two or three young
ladies. The landlord told me that one of them was his sister and
intimated that if I would request it she would give us some music
on a piano which stood in the room. I of course asked her to do
so, but she declined saying that she did not wish to hurt the
feelings of myself and fellow-prisoners, by singing songs that
could not help but be repugnant to us, adding in an undertone
that owing to the presence of so many of Jeff's officers, she
would be compelled to sing Southern songs. I however told her
that it would not hurt my feelings in the least, and after some
further reluctance she sat down to the piano and sang:"Yankee
doodle came to town On a little pony." as myself and party
had but a few minutes before came into the place on horseback,
I leave it to the reader whether or not, it was hard to see the
point.
Running the Gauntlet
About eight o'clock we were told to get ready to proceed to Winchester,
distance about 26 miles. The crowd outside the hotel had become
so large that it was dangerous for us to go out in the usual way
so the Captain formed a line from the back yard out into the street
and having procured a wagon for the men to ride in, giving me
a horse we were all got ready in the barn-yard, and then when
everything was ready, the Captain gave the word, and we went out
of town "like a streak" followed by the taunts and jeers
of the multitude. I could not help thinking of the "hospitality"
the landlord spoke of.
Arrival At Winchester
We arrived at Winchester about 2 o'clock that night, and were
turned into the guard-house, along with eight or ten negroes,
and about twenty five or thirty citizens who had been arrested
for their supposed Union proclivities.
A Touch of the "Blues"
I then, for the first time since our captive, had a slight
touch of the "blues" and I think the boys were similarly
affected. We had nothing but the bare floor to sleep on with no
blankets, or anything for a covering.
Body Guards
I very soon discovered that [negroes] and Union men were not the
only occupants of the Guard-House in fact the discovery was very
feelingly impressed upon me. "Oft in the stilly night Ere
slumbers chain hath bound me. I felt the cursed bite, Of something
crawling round me."
Breakfast
About 10 o'clock the next day an officer came in and ordered us
to form in line for roll-call we did so [negroes], union men,
and Uncle Sam's Soldiers all fell in, and stood till we were counted.
The officers then told us to remain there till he distributed
our rations, which consisted of a small piece of fresh beef and
a half loaf of bread to each; when he came to me however, he said
that "seein' as you are a Captain you may have a whole loaf,
now thar," I thanked him kindly and took it all. How
to cook our beef was the next question, as there were "neither
pots, kettles nor stew-pans" to be found; but one of the
Union men came to our relief and informed us that if we would
wait until he cooked his breakfast we might have his tin-pan.
As there was not another article of the kind there we waited!
At Headquarters
After we had got our breakfast which was about one o'clock, we
were informed that our presence was wanted at the office of Gen.
Jackson no relation to New Orleans Jackson, I am glad to say and
we were taken to his quarters under a strong guard, a precaution
which was entirely unnecessary; after the loss of blood the night
previous, and the breakfast we had eaten, it would have been an
impossibility to have escaped.
Pumping
We were ushered into the presence of Gen. Jackson, who it seemed
had us brought there for the purpose of vulgarly speaking "pumping
us," and I think, if my recollection serves me right, he
got more than he bargained for, at least if he judged that the
balance of the Federal army had as many men in it in proportion
to Banks' Division about which he was particularly inquisitive
according to our account it must have assumed a figure entirely
beyond any former estimate he had seen of the Federal strength.
Ought to be Shot
As we were about to depart he asked me if I knew what ought to
be done with us. I replied that I did not. He answered by saying
that he thought that we ought to all be taken out there, pointing
to a meadow near his quarters and shot. As we left him, the landlord's
remarks about "hospitality" again recurred to my mind.
Back to our Den
We were taken back to our comrades, [negroes] and Union men, where
we put in our time the best we could waiting for something else
to turn up.
Off for Richmond
Quite a number of sesesh officers visited us in the afternoon
and towards evening we were informed that we should be ready at
9 o'clock that night to start for Richmond. We were glad of it,
for we thought that we could not possibly get into a worse place
than we then were.
A Night of Suffering
Accordingly when the hour arrived for our departure, we were taken
out, our party separated, and placed on the tops of two stages.
We had no blankets or overcoats with us, and our suffering from
cold on that nights's ride a distance of 2__ miles was intense,
and I think will not soon be forgotten by any of us. We arrived
at Strasburgh about 3 o'clock in the morning, and took the cars
for Manassas, where we arrived a little before daylight.
Treatment on the Way
On our way to Richmond at almost every station the cars were boarded
by crowds of men, and sometimes women, for the purpose of having
a peep at the "d---d Yankees", as everybody called us,
and again bringing to my mind the landlords remark about "hospitality".
Arrival at the C.S.A. Capital
We arrived at Richmond the third day after our capture, entirely
worn out, having had one supper on the night we were taken, and
one meal of bread nd meat at the guard house during the whole
of that time.
Our Party Separated
I was separated here from my men and placed in a room occupied
at that time by another fifty officers of the Federal army who
had been taken at Ball's Bluff, Manassas and other places. They
were confined on the first floor of one of the Tobacco Factories,
the two upper floors being occupied by the privates. My men were
con fined on the opposite side of the street, in a building similar
to the one spoken of. At the time we arrived, there was I think
about one thousand prisoners in Richmond, a large number having
been sent further South, to Tuscaloosa, Columbia, Salisbury and
New Orleans.
Our Treatment
So far as the officers were concerned, they had plenty to eat
being allowed by the prison officers to purchase whatever articles
they desired. They were furnished with bread and beef by the C.
S., but nothing else, all they had aside from these two articles
had to be purchased at enormous prices, but as most of them had
money sent them by their friends, they fared very well. But the
suffering was not with them, it was with the men who were crowded
and crammed to the number of one hundred and fifty and two hundred
to the floor, in the upper stories, with nothing to sleep on,
most of them half naked their clothes having been either worn
out or thrown away on the battle field, and at the time, we arrived
there the average number of deaths was two per day, and had been
for a long time previous.
How They were Buried
When one of the men at the hospital [died], the first notice we
would have of his death, would be the appearance of the hearse
in the street driven by a negro, then three or four of the guard
would go in and help carry him out. The corpse was usually placed
in a plain pin box. After this was done the darkey would drive
away, no one knew whither. This occurred twice a day for a long
time. I have often heard some of the most brutal guards remark
in their conversation that "another d---d Yankee was dead."
The Fare
The prisoners, at the time of our advent among them, were
fed upon meat, rice and bread. The bread was a tolerably fair
article, but the meat was usually boiled up the day previous to
its being sent to the men and piled up reeking hot in a large
trough in the back yard. The natural consequence followed the
meat was often putrid, when served to the men, and could not be
eaten until the pangs of hunger arose to such a pitch that men
would devour anything. The rice was boiled and carried
to the men in large wooden buckets. It was frequently sour always
wormy and the boys frequently found bits of candle in it.
Towards the latter part of our confinement, however, rutabagas
were substituted for rice, and if we had remained there a great
while longer we would in all probability have come down to corn
fodder. In one of the prisons, the waste bones, bits of bread,
and all the filth that would naturally accumulate in a room occupied
by one hundred and fifty men, was heaped together in one corner
of the room, where it remained, at one time for over three weeks
before it was removed. Our men naturally cleanly, and disposed
to keep things in the best order possible made daily application
for leave to remove the stinking mass, but was put off from day
to day. Men have been known, through sheer hunger to hunt out
bones, from which the meat had not entirely disappeared from this
putrid pile, and greedily devour it. Since my return I have been
asked whether or not those men who have been prisoners in Richmond,
will again take up arms, and fight the rebels? Can any man suppose
that men who have been treated as they have, would not fight?
Have they not a fearful account to settle, and the battle-field
is the place, where they design to get even with the rebels for
their inhuman treatment. I have heard many express their fears
that the war would be over before they could again meet the enemy.
Employment
The boys occupied a great portion of their time in making bone
rings, watch fobs, crosses, Odd Fellow and Masonic emblems, etc.,
and many of them became so expert at it that I have seen a single
ring sell for the sum of $5. The tools used in the manufacture
of these articles were exceedingly primitive usually consisting
of a saw, made of hoop-iron and set in a frame similar to our
wood-saw a knife and file. With only these tools I have seen some
of the most exquisitely wrought rings manufactured. They obtained
different colored sealing wax and could ornament them in almost
any style, usually however, in the national colors red, white
and blue.
Vermin
I fancy I can see the readers flesh crawl as he reads the heading
of this paragraph, but so far as my own experience is concerned,
I should much prefer to read of it than to undergo the realities.
I have seen them creeping upon the cutting antics up and down
the walls of the prison, or standing on their heads on the coat
collar of a brother officer. They were a pest from which there
was no escape, and we were compelled generally to let them have
their own way.
Union Prisoners
There are confined in the upper stories of the different Tobacco
Factories about two hundred and fifty or three hundred Union citizens
of Virginia, who have been arrested for their Union Sentiments
only. I saw one old man eighty-five years of age, and who had
entirely lost his eyesight. He had been arrested in Western Virginia,
not for any harm he could do the rebel cause, but because he refused
to take the oath of allegiance to the Jeff. Davis Government.
I also saw one boy, aged fourteen, who had been arrested on a
charge of carrying information to our troops. He had been confined
on this charge in July last, and he is still in prison, where
he will likely remain until this vile rebellion is entirely crushed.
The condition of these men are most deplorable. They are treated
infinitely worse than the Federal soldiers, as they are considered
as traitors to the State of Virginia. They are almost naked, having
been torn from their homes without a moments notice, the rebels
giving them no time to take anything with them, they would arrive
in Richmond in a most pitiable plight. It was quite a common thing
among them to offer to pick the vermin off our soldier's clothes
for the sum of five cents.
Our Officers
The treatment of the prisoners depended in a great measure upon
the acting officer of the day. This duty devolved upon three or
four Lieutenants belonging to the Confederate "Regular"
service it must be borne in mind that the C.S.A. have a "regular
army" already organized, that is, they have all the officers
appointed for a large standing army, and up to this time they
have enlisted thirteen privates. One of these officers was rather
disposed to treat us like human beings, but the other three, tyranized
(sic) over us in every possible manner. This manifested itself
in various ways; such as cutting off our supply of milk, refusing
to let us purchase the morning papers; and in every other way
that they could think of. On one occasion, I remember, that one
of these fiends who desired to leave that day, and in order to
gain time, ordered us out to roll-call just as day was breaking.
This being about two hours earlier than usual, we were of course
somewhat slow in getting up. He became enraged and ordered in
a file of soldiers and gave them orders to make us get up at the
point of the bayonet, which they did, thrusting the bayonet into
the beds. After that if my memory serves me right, he was a "victim,"
as he never made his appearance in the room,, without being greeted
with all manner of insults, by the prisoners. One of the methods
employed to make him excessively wrathy, was to march past him
after the roll was called every one keeping time, and whistling
Yankee Doodle. He would sometimes "boil over," but the
boys only whistled the louder.
Our Guards
The men whose duty it was to stand guard over us, were generally
speaking, as ignorant a set of men as were ever gathered together.
They were, however, getting very tired of the war, and cursing
their officers, and the Confederacy most bitterly. Many of them
are Union men at heart, and are anxiously waiting for their term
of enlistment to expire, swearing that if they ever enlist again,
it will be under the "old flag." Accidental discharges
of their muskets were very frequent. Only a few days previous
to our release, one of the guards let his musket go off accidentally,
the ball went through three floors and out of the roof of the
building. All the floors were full of "Yankees," but
luckily no one was hurt.
Lieut. Todd
This individual who had charge of the prison previous to our advent
in Richmond is a brother to Mrs. Lincoln, the President's wife.
He is in all probability, the most fiendish brute that ever went
unhung. It was by his orders that three prisoners belonging to
some of the New York Regiments were shot down with their hands
in their pockets, for approaching the windows in the third story
of the building. The same man at roll-call one morning, for some
slight cause, drew his sword and thrust it into a crowd. It passed
through one man's leg and wounded another. If either Todd or Lieut.
Emack meets any one who has been a prisoner in Richmond, their
fate is sealed.
Union Sentiments
There is a strong Union sentiment in Richmond, and has been
during the whole time. Nothing but the presence of the rebel army
in the State of Virginia has prevented it from showing itself
openly long since. The Union men there are organized in a secret
league, having signs, grips, and passwords and as soon as the
federal Army approaches near enough to protect them, it will prove
a valuable auxiliary to our forces.
Amusements
Various and numerous were the plans devised to get up something
to while away the dull monotony of Prison life. About the holidays,
the boys had a Theatre organized on a small scale, which afforded
considerable amusement. When they wished to represent the character
of a gentleman, in any of their plays, they did so, by brushing
up their coats and washing up their drawers to give the appearance
of white pants. Several "Secesh" officers were present,
at one of their entertainments, and the boys played an original
piece, called the "Yankee at Bull's Run," which sat
so hard upon them that they 'yamosed the ranche,' amidst the cheers
of all present. Glee Clubs were organized, and some of them could
not be excelled. Among the prisoners there were, of course, many
who were very expert with the pen, and some of them could copy
the shin-plasters notes, with which the whole South is flooded
so perfectly that they could readily pass them on the darkey milk-vendors
for their face.
High Prices
Everything in the Confederacy is excessively high. Morphine was
selling at $65 an ounce. Coffee $1.25 Tea, $5; Brass Buttons,
$8 per doz. Chickens, 75 cts; Turkeys $2; Salt, $40 per sack,
and everything else in proportion. The rebels have labored hard
to convince England that the blockade was one of "paper,"
but a few week's residence in Secessia will convince any one that
it is a stern reality.
Our Recent Victories
The news of our recent victories fell like a clap of thunder upon
the rebels. First came the news of the bombardment of Roanoke
immediately after, the surrender of Fort Henry; and again followed
by the bloody but glorious taking of Fort Donelson. The rebel's
countances (sic) were terribly elongated, while the Yankees shouted
and sang the "Star Spangled Banner," so that the half
of Richmond could have heard it. From that time up to our departure
from "Dixie," the prisoners had it all their own way.
Our Release
On the evening of the 21st of February we were told to be ready
to go home by the following evening. We were, of course, ready,
and on the evening of the 22d, immediately after the conclusion
of the Jeff Davis inauguration ceremonies, we bade adieu to the
tobacco warehouses and were marched to the boat which took us
to Newport News, where we were transferred to the U. S. steamer,
Geo.Washington. We were immediately taken to Baltimore, where
we all arrived in safety. We were released on parole for exchange,
which will without doubt take place in a few days, when we will
again rejoin our Regiment. Reub.
Northern Indianian March 13, 1862
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