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said Turner, in a sycophantic way.
" No, he isn't. He's drawing you to the life—
as if he'd known you for half a century."
We had entered a room about forty feet wide
md a hundred feet deep, with bare brick walls,
a rough plank floor, and narrow, dingy windows
to whoso sash only a few broken panes were
flinging. A row of tin wash basins, and a wood
on trough which sorved as a bathing-tub were at
one end of it, and half a dozen cheap stools and
hard bottomed chairs were littered about the
floor, but it had no other furniture. And this
filled with debris, compose the famous Libby
Prison, in which, for months together, thousands
of the best and bravest men that over went to
battle have been allowed to rot and to starve.
At the date of our visit not more than a hun
dred prisoners were in the Libby, its contents
having recently been emptiedinto a worse sink
n Georgia ; but almost constantly since the war
began, twelvo and sometimes thirteen hundred
of our officers have been hived within those half
iozen desolate rooms and filthy cellars, with a
space of only ten feet by two allotted to each for
ill the purposes of living.
Overrun with vermin, perishing with cold,
breathing a stifled,tainted atmosphere, no space
allowed them for rest by day, and lying down
I wormed and dovetailed together like
asket,"—their daily rations only two
stale beef and a small lump of hard
their lives the forfeit, if they caught
reak of God's blue sunshine through
y windows—they have endured there
rrors of a middle passage. My soul
11 looked on the scene of their wretch
the liberty we aro ftgYvtmg for Were
even so terrible a price—if it were not
rchased even witrfthe blood and agony
ly brave and true souls who have gone
ml den only to die, or to come out the
f men—living ghosts, condemned to
night and to fade away before tho
if the great day that is coming—who
b cry out for peace, for peace on any
ile these thoughts were in my mind, the
foul-mouthed, brutal, contemptible
10 had caused all this misery stood
a paces of me! I could have reached
and, and, with half an effort, have
m, and I did not do it! Some in
wer held my arm, for murder was in
I where that Yankee devil, Streight,
I hell so among you down in Georgia,
ia id Turner, pausing before a jut in the
c room. " A flue was here, you see,
■ bricked it up. They took up the
, themselves down into the basement,
dug through the wall, and eighty feet
md into the.yard of a deserted building
way. If you'd like to see the place,
i with me."
ould, Major. We'd bo right glad ter,'
adopting, at a hint from the Judge, th
•ended a rough plank stairway, and en
basement. It was a damp, mouldy
ace, and even then—in July weather—
an ice-house. What must it have beeu
jpor led us along the wall to whore
[ fipem3 f»Jf 4he way under the street, with only a
few caseknifes and a dust pan."
" Wal, they ivar smart. But, keeper, whar'
wub yer eyes all o' thet time? Down our way,
ef a man couldn't see twenty Yankees a wuckin'
so fur six weeks, by daylight, in a clar place like
this yere, we'd reckon he wasn't fit ter tend a
pen o' niggers."
The Judge whispered, "You're overdoing it.
Hold in." Turner winced like a struck hound
but, smothering his wrath, smilingly replied:
" The place wasn't clear then. It was fillec
I ...;u, o tr..w Hud rubbish. The Yankees coverec
1 the opening with it, and hid away when any one
was coming. I caught two of them down hero
one day, but they pulled the wool over my eyes
and I let them off with a few days in a dungeon
But that fellow Streight would outwit the devil
He was the most unruly customer I've had in
the twenty months I've beon here. I put him
in keep time and again, but I never could cool
" Whar' is the keep?" I asked. " Ye's got lots
o' them, hain't ye?"
" No—only six. Step this way and I'll show
" Talk better English," said the Judge, as we
fell a few paces behind Turner on our way to the
front of the building; "there are some school- I
masters in Georgia."
"Wal' thar ham't —not in the portion I came
The dungeons were low, close, dismal apart
ments, about twelve feet square, boarded oft' from
the remainder of the cellar, and lighted only by
a narrow grating under the sidewalk. Their
floors were incrusted with filth, and thoir walls
stained and damp with the rain, which, in wet
weather, had dripped down from the «tTeet. I
" And how many does ye commonly ledge yere
when your hotel's full?" I asked.
" I have had twenty in each, but fifteen is about
as many as they comfortably hold."
" I reckon. And then the comfut moughtn't
be much to brag on."
The keeper soon invited us to walk into the
adjoining basement. I was a few steps in ad
vance of him, taking a straight course to the
entrance, when a sentinel, pacing to and fro in
the middle of tho apartment, leveled his musket
so as to bar my way, saying, as ho did so:
"Ye earn't pass yere, Sir. Ye must gwo round
by the wall."
This drew my attention to the spot, and I no
ticed that a space, about fifteen feet square, in
the centre of the room, and directly in front of
the sentinel, had been dug up with a spade.—
While in all other places the ground was trodden
to the hardness and color of granite, this spot
seemed to be soft, and had the reddish-yellow
hue of the " sacred soil." Another sentry was
pacing to and fro on its other side, so that the
place was completely surrounded. Why were
they guarding it so closely? The reason flashed
upon me, and I said to Turner :
" I say, how many barr'ls hes ye in thar?" 1
" Enough to blow this shanty to ," ho ans
" I reckon! Put 'em thar' when thot feller
Dahlgreen wus a-gwine ter rescue 'em—the Yan
He said no more, but that was enough tn reveal
the black, seething hell the Rebellion has brewed,
j Can there be any peace with miscreants who thus |
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idly against the walls, were about a dozen poor
fellows, who, the Judge told me were hostages,
held for a similar number under sentence of
j death by our Government. Their dejected,
home-sick look, and weary, listless manner dis
closed some of the horrors of imprisonment.
"Let us go," I said to the Colonel; " I have
had enough of this."
" No—you must see the up-stairs," said Turner.
" It ain't so gloomy up there."
It was not so gloomy, for some little sunlight
did come in through the dingy windows ; but tho
few pr!=«nn™ i». iVio uDDor rooms wore the same
sad, disconsolate look as those in the lower
" It is not hard fare, or close quarters, that kille
men," said Judge Ould to me ; "it is homesick
ness, and the strongest and the bravest succumb
to it first."
In the sill of an attic-window I found a Mink
ball. Prying it out with my knife, and holding
it up to Turner, I said:
"So ye keeps this room for a shootin' gallery
" Yes," he replied, laughing. " The boys prac
tice once in a while on the Yankees. You see the
rules forbid their coming within three feet of the
windows. Sometimes they do, and then the boy.-
take a pop at them."
"And sometimes hit'em? Hit many on'em?'"
" Yes, a heap."
Wo passed a long hour in the Libby, and then
visited Castle Thunder and the hospitals for our
j wounded. I should be glad to describe what I
| saw in those " institutions," but tLo limits ot
i my paper forbid it.
It was five o'clock when we bade the Judge a
friendly good-bye, and took our seats in the am
bulance. As -wo did. ho, he said to uo :
" I hav9 not taken your parole, gentlemen. 1
I shall trust to your honor not to disclose anything
you have seen or heard that might operate
against us ma military way." *
" You may rely upon us, Judge; and some
day give us a chance to return the courtesy and
kindness you have shown to us. We shall not
We arrived near the Union lines just as the
sun was going down. Captain Hatch, who had
accompanied us waved his flag as we halted near
a grove of trees, and a young officer rode over to
us from the nearest picket-station. We dis
patched him to Gen. Foster for a pair of horses,
and in half an hour entered the General's tent.
He pressed us to remain to dinner, proposing to
kill the fatted calf—" for these my sons were dead 4 .
and aro alive again, were lost and are found."
We let him kill it (it tasted wonderfully lik#
salt pork,) and in half an hour were on our way
tp Gen. Butler's headquarters.
Hero ended our last day in Dixie, and here,
perhaps, should end this article; but the tim*
has come when I can disclose my real purpos*
in seeking an audieneo of the robel leader; and
as such a disclosure may relieve me in the mind>
of candid men, from some of the aspersions cast
upon my motives by rebel sympathizers, I wil
lingly make it. In making it, however, I wish
to be understood as speaking only for myself.—
My companion, Col. Jaques, While he fully
shared in my motives and rightly estimated the
objects I sought to accomplish, had other, and it
may be, higher aims. I wish also to say that to
him attaches whatever credit is due to any one
for the conception and execution of this " mis-