The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-13

whisky, ana he speedily appropriated
it to his own use. The lieutenant gave
me S12 in confederate money, and sent
me, in charge of an officer, to Gen.
Stuart's headquarters, which was then
at Warrenton, in brick hotel. The
general and his staff were preparing to
saddle when we rode up.
"'Here's a yankee newsboy who has
just come into the lines, sir, on the
Pike road, said the officer; and then
they all began to question me about our
army, and as to what | was doing out
side the lines. After they got through,
Gen. Stuart said to one of his order
lies, Take the young Green Mountain
boy up to the sergeant, and tell him to
keep his eye on him till morning |
passed that night with the sergeant,
having saved my saddle, blankets and
few packages of papers to sleep I'M
der. My horse was contiscated by one
of the men at Stuart's headquarters.
The next morning, in company with
forty or fifty other prisoners, we set
out for Gordonsville, twenty miles dis
tant. On the way we met
PARTY OF REBELS,
who were pushing for the front. and l
have never seen a more motley, i'll
looking lot. One had a bedquilt over
his shoulder, another had a hat made
of piece of blanket, and they nearly
all looked like station house tramps.
Some were armed with rifles and some
with shotguns. The road was muddy,
and our march was by no means pleas
ant. My friend, the sergeant, seeing
that it was hard for me to keep up,
said, Come here, you little yank, jump
up behind here, which did, and rode
with him until we reached GordOns-
vile, On the way, remember, he vol
unteered the information that he had
captured the horse we rode while on n
raid in Pennsylvania. At Gordons-
vile we took the train for Richmond,
arriving there late in the afternoon of
the 18th. The streets were full of peo
pie, and, as we passed along, we were
greeted with innumerable questions
and remarks, such as: How are you,
-belliesP' why didn't you'uns
bring your guns with you?' oh! look
at the little yank! Wonder if he's a
drummer? He's too small to be a sol
der 'Whar you uns come fromP
ANY more whar you uns come fromP
etc. After passing through the streets
about mile, we halted in front of
large, three-story brick building, on
the northwest corner of which hung
small wooden sign, inscribed Libby &
Son. On entering the building we
were formally introduced to Major
Thomas d. Turner, the keeper. He
asked usked us if we had any valua-
bles. produced 1928 in greenbacks
which / had in my boot leg, and told
him 1 made it selling papers and was
going to send it to my mother in Wy
mont, as she had to depend for suP
port on what and my four brothers
sent her. My lip quivered little when
l told him this. He patted me on the
head and said: My boy, when you go
out of here, come into the Office and
get this package He then took my
passes and pinned them around the
money, and gave me back the Sl2 in
confederate money which the lieuten-
ant had given me for
CAPT. REMINGToN's WHISKY.
''He was not such bad sort of
man, was hep"
''No, indeed. We were placed in a
room on the second floor, directly over
the room used by the guards, its win
dow being the fourth from the corner.
The room was very large one, about
100 feet long and 80 feet wide, support
ed by large wooden beams running
the center. We found in the
room two sailors who were captured on
the coast. One of them was particu'
larly interested in me when he heard
that l came from Vermont, and COM
menced asking me about my family. l
found to my joy that he was from my
native town, Burlington. We called
him Sailor Ben He was of wealthy
family, and, like most of the Green
Mountain boys, went out at the first tap
of the drum. We became bunk mates,
and, not having any blanket, l shared
with him my saddle blanket and pa
pers. While the $12 lasted we feasted
on sweet potato pies, for which l paid
80 each. After we had been there a |
few days, we commenced playing such |
games as pussy in the corner and Isl |
mon says thumbs up We also bought |
a pack of cards, for which we paid So. |
Sentinels passed up and down around |
is, and every hour passed the word |
rom post to post, something like this:
Post No. 4, 10 o'clock and all's well,
md then the next John would say: |
Post No. 5, 10 o'clock and all's well,
and so on. Sometimes at night, before |
APPS sounded, we would sing such songs |
Is Home, Sweet Home John Brown
md the Star Spangled Banuer;' and |
he guard would salute us with Shut
Up there, you - Yankees and give |
is the Bonnie Blue Flag My Mary
and and Dixie
thine hung very heavily on our
lands until the 9Th of December, when
We heard rumor
THAT WE WERE TO BE PARoLED.
We were so much excited over the
that we could hardly sleep
hat night. There were about 400 of
is then, our number having been seve-
al times increased. On the morning
If the 18th, Sunday, we were told that
lfter roll-call, as fast as our names were
,alled, we were to go down stairs and
all in in front of the prison. When my
lame was called l was down stairs in
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