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Title: 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
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: McElroy, John, 1846-1929
Subjects: Andersonville Prison United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: Toledo : D. R. Locke
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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As the tattoo sounds, the boys arise from around the fire,
visit the horse line, see that their horses are securely tied, rub
off from the fetlocks and legs such specks of mud as may have
escaped the cleaning in the early evening, and if possible, smug-
gle their faithful four-footed friends a few ears of corn, or
another bunch of hay. .

50 ANDERSONVILLE.

If not too tired, and everything else is favorable, the cavalry-
man has prepared himself a comfortable couch for the night.
He always sleeps with a chum. The two have gathered enough
small tufts of pine or cedar to make a comfortable, springy,
mattress-like foundation. On this is laid the poncho or rubber
blanket. Next comes one of their overcoats, and upon this
they he, covering themselves with the two blankets and the
other overcoat, their feet towards the fire, their boots at the
foot, and their belts, with revolver, saber and carbine, at the
sides of the bed. It is surprising what an amount of comfort
a man can get out of such a couch, and how, at an alarm, he
springs from it, almost instantly diessed and armed.
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BUGLER SOUNDING "TAPS."

A STORY OF REBEL MILITARY PRISONS. 61

Half an hour after tattoo the bugle rings out another sadly
sweet strain, that hath a dying sound:

TAPS.

CHAPTER IV.

A BITTER COLD MORNTNG AND A WARM AWAKENING TROUBLE ALL
ALONG THE LINE FIERCE CONFLICTS, ASSAULTS AND DEFENSE
PROLONGED AND DESPERATE STRUGGLE ENDING WITH A SURRENDER.

The night had been the most intensely cold that the country
had known for many years. Peach and other tender trees had
been killed by the frosty rigor, and sentinels had been frozen to
death in om neighborhood. The deep snow on which we made
our beds, the icy covering of the streams near us, the limbs of
the trees above us, had been cracking with loud noises all night,
from the bitter cold.
We were camped around Jonesville, each of the four compa-
nies lying on one of the roads leading from the from the town.

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