. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . badlywounded laid where they had fallen. The bottom and oppositeside of the ravine showed how destructive our fire and that otthe canister from the howitzers had been. The underbrush wascut, slashed, and torn into shreds, and the larger trees werescarred, bruised and broken by the thousands of bullets andother missiles that had been poured into them from almostevery conceivable
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. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . badlywounded laid where they had fallen. The bottom and oppositeside of the ravine showed how destructive our fire and that otthe canister from the howitzers had been. The underbrush wascut, slashed, and torn into shreds, and the larger trees werescarred, bruised and broken by the thousands of bullets andother missiles that had been poured into them from almostevery conceivable direction during the day before. A lot of us boys went way over to the left into FullersDivision of the Sixteenth Corps, to see how some of our boysover there had got through the scrimmage, for they had aboutas nasty a fight as any part of the Army, and if it had not been A STORY OF REBEL MILITARY PRISONS. 283 for their being just where they were, I am not sure but whatthe old Seventeenth Corps would have had a different story totell now. We found our friends had been way out bv Decatur, where their brigade had got into a pretty lively fight on theirown hook. We got back to camp, and the first thing I knew I was. m THE RIFLE-PIT AFTER THE BATTLE. detailed for picket duty, and we were posted over a few rodsacross the ravine in our front. We had not been out but ashort time when we saw a flag of truce, borne by an officer, coming towards us. We halted him, and made him wait untila report was sent back to Corps headquarters. The Kebelofficer was quite chatty and talkative with our picket officer, while waiting. He said he was on General Cleburnes staff, and that the troops that charged us so fiercely the eveningbefore was Cleburnes whole Division, and that after their lastrepulse, knowing the hill where we were posted was the mostimportant position along our line, he felt that if they wouldkeep close to us during the night, and keep up a show of fight, that we would pull out and aband