Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1865-04-13
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The fDead Line" at Camp SAM
ter, near AndersOlViIle, Ga.


Eeag'rly the traitor watched them, as be wake
along his beat.
While the moon in solemn sisnus svsnn'd IN vi
to retreat;
AZ if it did wish to whisper "a tie Unisn pgisaor
there
ROW Is smied Ger western prairics and New Rng
land valleys hiF;
And the starving son looked on it. and TIE Ssos
ing mother too,
One at home and one ia prison, but their heart
together drew.
And the Piniug husbsad saw e, and his fOnd ani
longing wifs;
bose looked from Der chamber sIsepcss, one wa.
trying : hold lifs
Oh the moon vas brightly beamfns, as it on ilr
way did roam.
And i lit The soldiers prison andit lit The sol
dier's home,
Wife and mother askd beneath il, Where's uy hus-
band and my boy
Months have passed since Tbssrd from them, ans
shah time my hopes destroy
Son and husband asked beneath it, where's th.
mother and the wife
Dc they know how now IsaFer how lOath to
part with life
Do they know the peril Of iti.if We leave tbi1
dWArash pine,
And withOuts mOuOnt's warning, put our sest on
the Dead LIae.
Distant friends how we have suffered, for tho
want Of food and clothes -
How we've daily pined with hunger but the God
of Heaven knews.
And how We have had no shelter from t he sun, and
from the storm
Ah ] it sent to yondsr graveyard, many once
stout, noble form 4.
And we've seen the strong and robust turn to skel-
etons and die:
All We'vO seen the light Of hoping leaving many
once bright eye.
And NO knew why they were numbered with tie
cold and silent dead,
Was because they had no shelter, and eat filth in
stead Of bread.
And we heard how distant fond ones, from NObrAs-
ks clear 10 Maine,
sentus clothes to wrap around us-sept us foOd
life to sustain,
But the niniOns Of JEFF Davis, robbed us starving
pris neIs tEerey
While tbs cbivAIry they bOa,tOd, and their leader
fOflned prayer
TWsI prayer for aid from Heaven on the traitors
cherished plan;
A' il he could look with favor n-the honds who
there combine,
To cause famine aud exposure, to march some to
the Dead Line.
And Why could the traitor soldier be too cautious
ere he frvs?
AadNhy should he loudly challenge when glow
ing bis desires
And why should be not-Aim stc7dy when he gets
leaders praise,
And if thus he sLOots Yankee, has furlough Of
thirty days.
Other nights they may be dismal, ami the line may
NOT be ,een
Still blood hounds trained to watching, watch the
prisoners sick and lean,
And the septineis are knoving that bis food has
made him 60,
That disOrded is his stomach and his face portrays
bis wee,
And for him they have no pity, for their hearts
like rivers freezs,
Though he suffers from starvation, and the inrOads
Of disease .l.L
Still tic glimm9ring horo is cherished mid the
many dangers there
That again he may be knowing fond wife or
Mothers care,
And be Poadcrs as ho wonders, nature does assert
It's right;
And Oaeh-sentinel well knowetb the poor pris ners
dreadful plight, -~
But oh nothing say unto him, from him hide the
branch Of pine,
F0ryOD'I nevergct furlOugh if yOu warn him
from the line.
Iark lhere is scream Of terror, traitor mihior,
heed i. not;
Forts not Ofmuch Importance but one Yankee
soldier shot
No fcEce was there to warn him, and the marks
we're hard to view,
comrades sol furlough and Yankees mis-
sing tcol ,-.-
See another squad of Yankees ~ 'iDe y 'A"'
Swprfish pine,
How we wish when we were guarding some would
try to eros, tn 9 line
'Tis wonder they don't try when they have to
suffer %.
Andi is our leaders study how to starve or freeze
each foe;
SO that he NAV not be useful in the fOsmans
ranks sgain,
And the pale and tottring yankees" tell the hope
is not ip vain,
While they from their northern prisons stOutcr
send our pris 'neFs back.
With no crushed hopes in their bosOHs and no
blood hounds on their track.
And to keep their hsrd-sarned money they did
not in vain beseech,
Ecr y. hen wishing for an apple, pay dollar bill
for each,
And no federal I'D furlOugh to make hopes the
brighter shine,
Tin be shot starving fOen;an some hve feet from
the dead line.
See the grave yard yOnder swelling with the pria-
oners paroled,
Let us trust their noble spirits have gone to their
saEiors fold
AA how Dany forms were mur dsrsd in cold ana
shocking way,
Can their treatment be forgotten Fhils our sous
are in their elsyl
It n'sd' somsthing more than human ts fOrys.N S"'
nsH have bsrs;