The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1876-04-27
[For the News.
SOUTHERN PRISON-PENS.
Experience Of anAnderson-
Vile Prisoner in Dixie.
NO. VII.
MORE OF fuckers BRUTALITY.

NO. VII.
MORE OF fuckers BRUTALITY.
When Tucker presented his revol-
yer at Fry and ordered him to go
out of the room, Fry obeyed and
went to work as directed. He e-swept
up the room, dusted the windows,
cleaned out the hall, blacked Tuck
er's boots, and did a large amount
of unnecessary work, which Tucker
! ordered him to do, merely to show
his authority. In about two hours
Tucker brought Fry back, and re-
marked that if he wanted any more
work done he would call; that he in
tended ''to use the id Dutch and
Irish up first, as they had no busi-
ness in the army"
Tucker remained in our room, and
during the day VIM. Baker was Ia
ken with chill, and laid down in
one corner of the room, shaking.
Tucker said he could cure the ague,
and seized Baker and commenced to
drag him around the room by one
foot. Baker begged and pleaded
that his head ached, and he couldn't
stand such rough treatment. Tuck
er told him to keep quiet-he would
soon effect cure. Then he would
up-end him, roll him over and shake
him, and finally the brute kicked
him up in one corner, leaving him
m ore dead than alivel
You may ask me why we stood
such treatment? Why we didn't
kill Tucker7 1 have often been ask
ed that question, and men have said
to me, II would have killed Tucker
if had lost my life the next minute"
I will give some of the reasons
why we were compelled to endure
such insults. First, we had not even
a pen-knife to defend ourselves with.
Second, the guards encouraged Tuck
er and would lend him weapons
whenever he needed them. Third,
we knew that he wanted a pretext
for killing some of us, and life was
too sweet even then to risk in an un-
equal contest. Fourth, Tucker
wouldn't sleep with u.s. If he had
ventured to do SO, I am certain it
would have been his last sleep.
After Tucker had quit abusing
Baker, he turned to Jim Moore, a
Canadian by birth, and said, "Whst
are you doing in the Yankee army"
Moore told him he had been soldier
ing. "Well," said he, 'come here.
You are the kind of a man I like to
get hold Of 1 want to ride you.
Moore was ons of those easy, good
natured fellows that one often meets
with. You couldn't make him mad.
You might impose on him all you
wanted to, and Tucker was sharp
enough to read him. Moore back
ed up to stool like a mule, and
Tucker got astride of his back. He
had on pair of Mexican spurs, with
rowels 2 inches in diameter, and he
commenced riding Moore around
the room, the guards laughing and
encouraging. Tucker would spur
him and use his hair as bride, but
at last getting tired of such tame
SPORT he got clear up astride of
Moores neck, and would jerk his
head backward, forward, or sidewise,
lust as he wished to go.
When he got tired friding, Tuck
er dismounted and commenced to
look around for new subject. His eye
lit upon stalwart countryman, by
the name of Davidson. He was q |
regular backwoods Michigander, a
determined-looking fellow, that I
would not care about fooling with.
Tucker called on him for ride. Da-
wilson backed up to the stool, and
Tucker mounted astride of his shoul
ders. The window was up and -Da
wilson started toward it, with look
on his face that indicated mischief.
Just as he got to the window, Tuck
er happened to look down and see
the expression on his face, and
quickly dismounted- Davidson said
afterwards that he fully intended to
throw him out of the window, let
the consequences be what they would.
One of the Michigan boys was an
Irishman, and Tucker bad spite at
the Irish. One day he had his dirk
knife out, and was whiting, when
this Irishman came close to him.
Tucker half shut his knife and struck
at the Irishman. The point of the
knife entered his wrist, drawing
blood. This was too much for Mikes
Irish temper, end he commenced
abusing Tucker and calling him hard
names. Tucker jerked his knife
open and lunged at Mike over his
shoulder, cutting cash about 6
inches long, but not deep. Tucker
was taken out and locked up for the
night, where no Yankee hands could
disturb his breathing apparatus
The next morning some OF the
bows hallooed, There comes pap!